A Troubled Night

i sleep but my heart is awake. it is the voice of my beloved !
he knocks.... saying... open for me my sister my love ...

my dove.... my perfect one;
for my head is covered with dew... my locks with the drops of the night.

my beloved put his hand by the latch of the door
and my heart yearned for him.

i arose to open for my beloved and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh on the handles of the lock.


i opened for my beloved but my beloved had turned away and was gone,
my heart lept up when he spoke. i sought him but i could not find him.
i called him but he gave me no answer....

i will arise now...it's time go !