Pjesma nad Pjesmama 2
1 - Ja sam cvijet šaronski, ljiljan u dolu.
[SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
2 - Što je ljiljan među trnjem, to je prijateljica moja među djevojkama.
[HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!
3 - Što je jabuka među šumskim stablima, to je dragi moj među mladićima; bila sam željna hlada njezina i sjedoh, plodovi njeni slatki su grlu mome.
[SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.
4 Uveo me u odaje vina i pokrio me zastavom ljubavi.
He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
5 Okrijepite me kolačima, osvježite jabukama, jer sam bolna od ljubavi.
Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
6 Njegova mi je lijeva ruka pod glavom, a desnom me grli.
His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!
7 - Kćeri jeruzalemske, zaklinjem vas srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!
[HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!
8 Glas dragoga moga! Evo ga, dolazi, prelijeće brda, preskakuje brežuljke.
[SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 Dragi je moj kao srna, on je kao jelenče. Evo ga za našim zidom, gleda kroz prozore, zaviruje kroz rešetke.
Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.
10 Dragi moj podiže glas i govori mi: “Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja, i dođi,
Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
11 jer evo, zima je već minula, kiša je prošla i nestala.
For lo, the winter, is past, —the rain, is over, [and] gone;
12 Cvijeće se po zemlji ukazuje, vrijeme pjevanja dođe i glas se grličin čuje u našem kraju.
The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, —and, the voice of the turtle, is heard in our land;
13 Smokva je izbacila prve plodove, vinograd, u cvatu, miriše. Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja i dođi.
The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!
14 Golubice moja, u spiljama kamenim, u skrovištima vrletnim, daj da ti vidim lice i da ti čujem glas, jer glas je tvoj ugodan i lice je tvoje krasno.”
[HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.
15 Pohvatajte lisice, male lisice što oštećuju vinograde, naše vinograde u cvatu.
[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
16 Dragi moj pripada meni, a ja njemu, on pase među ljiljanima.
[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!
17 Prije nego dan izdahne i sjene se spuste, vrati se, dragi moj: budi lagan kao srna, kao lane na gori Beteru.
Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
