My Dove, My Beautiful One, Arise, Arise! The Night-Dew Lies Upon My Lips And Eyes. The Odorous Winds Are Weaving A Music Of Sighs: Arise, Arise, My Dove, My Beautiful One! I Wait By The Cedar Tree, My Sister, My Love, White Breast Of The Dove, My Breast Shall Be Your Bed. The Pale Dew Lies Like A Veil On My Head. My Fair One, My Fair Dove, Arise, Arise!