my lovely one, come.
For see, winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers are appearing on the earth
the season of glad songs has come,
The cooing of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
The fig tree is forming its first figs
and the blossoming vines give out
their fragrance.
Come then, my beloved,
my lovely one, come.
Song of Solomon 2:10-13