by Yehudah ha-Levi
"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."
Last updated July 05, 2015