Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.

Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.

Εωσου πνευση η αυρα της ημερας και φυγωσιν αι σκιαι, επιστρεψον, αγαπητε μου· γινου ομοιος με δορκαδα η με σκυμνον ελαφου επι τα ορη τα διεσχισμενα.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.