I sleep, but my heart is waking. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled. For My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
And the Spirit and the bride say, Come! And the one hearing, let him say, Come! And the one thirsting, let him come; and the one willing, let him take of the water of life freely.