Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are 'as' doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Mi frendesse, thou art ful fair; thin iyen ben of culueris, with outen þat þat is hid with ynne; thin heeris ben as þe flockis of geete, þat stieden fro þe hil of Galaad.