Celan


Solomon describes Shulamith in the Ketuvim

Taken from Shir Hashirim, ch. 4

How beautiful you are, my love — how very beautiful!
Your eyes are doves, your lips a crimson thread.
Your mouth is lovely, your cheeks are pomegranates behind your veil.

Your breasts are two fawns, that feed among the lillies.
Until the day breathes, and the shadows flee,
I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh.

You are altogether beautiful.
There is no flaw in you.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride!
You have ravished my heart, my sister!
With a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

Your lips distill nectar.
Honey and milk are under your tongue;
The scent of your garments is a garden in Lebanon.