Surge speciosa mea et veni.
Columba in formanibus petrae, in caverna maceniae,
ostende de faciem tuam, sonet vox in auribus meis.
Vox enim tua dulcis et facies decora
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs,
let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice.
For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely