I go to the house of the Lord

I walk the house of the Lord, I walk with my second self. ; They told me that it is beautiful that it should not fall into my hands, ; though without a knife, without a golden carriage, little lady of my house, ; my brother, woman. ; My honeysuckle, come here, my pearl, go there, ; walnut leaves fall into the sea, ; the words of my lover now come to my mind.