(Based on the Song of Songs Chapter 8, vv 5 – 7)
Of the beloved, friends did ask Who, from the desert, is coming Upon her lover, leaning? Under the apple tree was borne Much fruit, for he was conceived In its shade, in his mother's womb. Under that tree, from her womb Did his mother, in labour pains Bring him forth into the world. The beloved roused her lover To be sealed upon his heart Like a seal upon his arm, That their love would be a match To the strength that lies within death Its jealousy, strong as the grave. Unquenchable love licks up Many waters that pass over it Rivers can never disperse it. If the wealth within his house Was offered in exchange for love, It would be utterly scorned.