For now the winter is past,

   The rains are over and gone.

The blossoms have appeared in the land,

   The time of pruning has come;

The song of the turtle Is heard in our land.

   The green figs form on the fig tree,

The vines in blossom give off fragrance.

   Arise, my darling; My fair one, come away!

(The Song of Songs 2:11-13)


haggadah Section: Urchatz