My dove, my beautiful one, br Arise, arise! br The night-dew lies br Upon my lips and eyes. br br The odorous winds are weaving br A music of sighs: br Arise, arise, br My dove, my beautiful one! br br I wait by the cedar tree, br My sister, my love, br White breast of the dove, br My breast shall be your bed. br br The pale dew lies br Like a veil on my head.