Arise, my beloved, my fair one,
And come away;
For lo, the winter is past.
Flowers appear on the earth,
The time of singing is here.
The song of the dove
Is heard in our land.

Let us go down to the vineyards
To see if the vines have budded.
There will I give you my love.


haggadah Section: Karpas
Source: Song of Songs