Your head crowns you like Carmel,
and your flowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses.
How fair and pleasant you are,
O loved one, delectable maiden.
You are stately as a palm tree,
and your ******* are like its clusters.
I say I will climb the palm tree
and lay hold of its branches.
Oh may your *******  be like
clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your  
breath like apples,
and your kisses like the best wine
that goes down smoothly,
gliding over lips and teeth.