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 Songs 2:10-13)