Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense. All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you. (Song of Songs 4:6-7)

The Lover beholds his Beloved in the moonlight.

Where is the fragrant mountain? What is the perfumed hill?

Are these places or perhaps aspects of the Beloved?

We are creatures of sense: sight, hearing, touch, and scent.

Our senses can take us far without ever taking a step.

In his commentary on the first seven verses of the fourth chapter of the Song of Songs, Adam Clarke, an early 19th Century Biblical scholar, notes a similarity to the poetry of the early 13th Century Sanskrit poet Jayadeva, "Thy lips, O thou most beautiful among women, are a bandhujiva flower; the lustre of the madhuca beams upon thy cheek; thine eye outshines the blue lotos; thy nose is a bud of the tila; the cunda blossom yields to thy teeth. Surely thou descendedst from heaven, O slender damsel! attended by a company of youthful goddesses; and all their beauties are collected in thee... Thy two breasts, ask those two round hillocks which receive pure dew drops from the garland playing on thy neck, and the buds on whose tops start aloft with the thought of thy beloved." Below is an illustration of the lovers from the Gita Govinda by Jayadeva.