I sleep, and mine heart waketh. The voice of my darling knocking; my sister, my love, my culver, my spousess unwemmed, open thou to me; for mine head is full of dew, and mine hairs be full of [the] drops of nights. (I sleep, and then my heart awakeneth. The sound of my darling knocking; and he is saying, My dear, my love, my dove, my unblemished spousess, open thou the door for me; for my head is drenched with dew, yea, my hair is full of the drops, or the mist, of the night.)