I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, dear woman, my dove, my pure one! My head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.” I have taken off my robe. My beloved wanted my innermost self, and thrust his hand through the latch opening towards me. I opened to him. But he was gone. My heart went out to find him. I searched for him in the city. The watchmen beat me. They took my cloak away from me.