'Do you see over my shoulders falling,
Snake-like ringlets waving free?
Have no fear, for they are twisted
To allure you unto me.'
Thus she spoke, the gentle dove,
Listen to your plighted love:
'Oh, how long I wait, till my sweetheart comes back,' she said,
'Laying his caressing hand underneath my burning head.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good, I like to read it, But I am unlucky not to know Hebrew for the original.