I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake 'my' love, Until he please.
Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y charge you greetli, bi þe capretis, and hertis of feeldis, þat ye reise not, neþer make to awake þe dereworþe spousesse, til sche wole.