North and South Winds, awake!

North and South Winds, awake! Come down from His spice-laden mountains. Dark clouds hide the sun, yet full they come with latter rains. Come and awaken our love! Blow on our garden that its fragrance may spread far and wide. Yet sometimes You send not rain but fire; for Your love is as strong as death, and on our tongue it burns like a flame of fire. Many waters cannot quench its blaze. Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, and bright as the sun? Our hearts are open; we hear Your voice