I am sick with love

While I slept by night on my bed,

My heart was a wake.

I dreamed that my love had turned away,

And gone by.

I rose and went through the city,

Among the streets and

through the broad ways.

I sought him, whom my soul loves;

I sought him, but did not find him.

I called him,

but he gave no answer.

To the watchmen, I said,

"Have you seen him,

whom my soul loves?"

They smote me; they wounded me.

the keepers of the walls

took my veil from me.

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,

If you should see my love,

Tell him I am sick with love.

While I slept by night on my bed,

My heart was awake.

I dreamed that my love had turned away,

And gone by.

I found him; I held him and

Would not let him go.