Pesma nad pesmama 4
1 Lijepa ti si, draga moja, lijepa ti si, oèi su ti kao u golubice izmeðu vitica tvojih; kosa ti je kao stado koza koje se vide na gori Galadu;
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
2 Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca jednakih, kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne a nijedne nema jalove.
Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
3 Usne su ti kao konac skerleta, a govor ti je ljubak; kao kriška šipka jagodice su tvoje izmeðu vitica tvojih;
Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
4 Vrat ti je kao kula Davidova sazidana za oružje, gdje vise tisuæama štitovi i svakojako oružje junaèko;
Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
5 Dvije su ti dojke kao dva laneta blizanca, koji pasu meðu ljiljanima.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
6 Dok dan zahladi i sjenke otidu, iæi æu ka gori smirnovoj i ka humu tamjanovu.
Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
7 Sva si lijepa draga moja, i nema nedostatka na tebi.
Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.
8 Hodi sa mnom s Livana, nevjesto, hodi sa mnom s Livana, da gledaš s vrha Amanskoga, s vrha Senirskoga i Ermonskoga, iz peæina lavovskih, s gora risovskih.
With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
9 Otela si mi srce, sestro moja nevjesto, otela si mi srce jednijem okom svojim i jednijem lanèiæem s grla svojega.
Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.
10 Lijepa li je ljubav tvoja, sestro moja nevjesto, bolja je od vina ljubav tvoja, i miris ulja tvojih od svijeh mirisnijeh stvari.
How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:
11 S usana tvojih kaplje sat, nevjesto, pod jezikom ti je med i mlijeko, i miris je haljina tvojih kao miris Livanski.
With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Ti si vrt zatvoren, sestro moja nevjesto, izvor zatvoren, studenac zapeèaæen.
A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
13 Bilje je tvoje voænjak od šipaka s voæem krasnijem, od kipra i narda.
Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
14 Od narda i šafrana, od iðirota i cimeta sa svakojakim drvljem za kad, od smirne i aloja i sa svakim prekrasnim mirisima.
Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
15 Izvore vrtovima, studenèe vode žive i koja teèe s Livana!
A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.
16 Ustani sjevere, i hodi juže, i duni po vrtu mom da kaplju mirisi njegovi; neka doðe dragi moj u vrt svoj, i jede krasno voæe svoje.
[SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
