My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, The only one of her mother, The favorite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her And called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, And they praised her.
Bat bakarra da nire usoa, bakarra eta akatsik gabea, amaren kuttuna. Zoriontsu diotse neskatxek ikustean, erreginek eta ohaideek honela goraipatzen: