< Song of Solomon 6 >

1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
Kamo je otišao dragi tvoj, o najljepša među ženama? Kuda je zamakao dragi tvoj, da ga tražimo s tobom?
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Dragi je moj sišao u svoj vrt k lijehama mirisnog bilja da pase po vrtovima i da bere ljiljane.
3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Ja pripadam dragome svome, dragi moj pripada meni, on pase među ljiljanima.
4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Lijepa si, prijateljice moja, kao Tirsa, krasna si kao Jeruzalem, strašna kao vojska pod zastavama.
5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
Odvrati oči svoje od mene jer me zbunjuju. Kosa je tvoja kao stado koza koje silaze s Gileada.
6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca ostriženih kada s kupanja dolaze: idu dvije i dvije kao blizanke i nijedna nije osamljena.
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
Kao kriške mogranja tvoji su obrazi pod koprenom tvojom.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Ima šezdeset kraljica, osamdeset inoča, a djevojaka ni broja se ne zna.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
Ali je samo jedna golubica moja, savršena moja, jedina u majke, izabrana u roditeljke svoje. Vidjele su je djevojke i nazvale je blaženom, a kraljice i inoče hvale su joj izrekle.
10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
Tko je ova koja dolazi kao što zora sviće, lijepa kao mjesec, sjajna kao sunce, strašna kao vojska pod zastavama?
11 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
Siđoh kroz nasade oraha da vidim mladice u dolinama, da pogledam pupaju li vinogradi, cvatu li mogranji.
12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
Ne znam kako, tek želja moja pope me na kola naroda mog kneževskog.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
Vrati se, Sulamko, vrati se, vrati se da te gledamo! Što ćete vidjeti na Sulamki koja pleše u dva zbora?

< Song of Solomon 6 >