If only you were my brother,
    one who nursed at my mother’s breasts.
If I saw you on the street,
    I would kiss you, and no one would look down on me.
²     I would lead you.
    I would bring you into my mother’s house.
        (She is the one who was my teacher.)
    I would give you some spiced wine to drink,
        some juice squeezed from my pomegranates.
³ His left hand is under my head.
His right hand caresses me.