Love Song VIII

Sa'am plants are in it,
In the presence of which one feels oneself uplifted!

I am your darling sister,
I am to you like a bit of land,
With each shrub of grateful fragrance.

Lovely is the water-conduit in it,
Which your hand has dug,
While the north wind cooled us.
A beautiful place to wander,

Your hand in my hand,
My soul inspired
My heart in bliss,
Because we go together.

New wine it is, to hear your voice;
I live for hearing it.
To see you with each look,
Is better than eating and drinking.