The Eulogy of the Celestial Spouse, Canticles 5.

10.

My King is altogether handsome, the one husband
From many thousands whom I have chosen for myself,
Whose favor alone I strive for
Through all the days of my life.
Grace has fashioned his face, purple tempered
With pure milk has painted it.
His lofty head rises above,
Like a wheel of molten, refined gold.
From here you may see the curly beauty of his hair,
And the black locks flowing behind,
Which recall the feathers of a raven in their sheen.
Thence burn the twin torches, his eyes,
And altogether they are like the doves
With their alluring gazes, near the sacred streams
Which wash themselves in Ambrosian liquid,
So that they may shine with the full honor of light.
Behold, how his cheeks shine with a decent flower,
With which the proud garden swells!
Behold, how his serene mouth shines with roses,
From which myrrh flows through the open crack!
Not so does the golden ring sparkle,
As the sardonyx-bearing right hand of the Spouse shines.