1 From honey sprang this Plant to life: with honey now we dig thee up. Make us as sweet as honey, for from honey hast thou been produced.

2 My tongue hath honey at the tip, and sweetest honey at the root: mayest thou yield to my wish and will, and be mine and only mine in lawful marriage.

3 My coming in is honey-sweet, and honey-sweet my going forth: my voice and words are sweet: I fain would be like honey in my look.

4 Sweeter am I than honey, yet more full of sweets than licorice: so mayst thou love me as a branch full of sweetness, and only me.

5 Around thee have I girt a zone of sugar-cane to banish hate, that thou mayst be in love with me, my darling, never to depart.