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;
Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.
2 Zubi su ti kao stado ovaca jednakih, kad izlaze iz kupala, koje se sve blizne a nijedne nema jalove.
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
3 Usne su ti kao konac skerleta, a govor ti je ljubak; kao kriška šipka jagodice su tvoje izmeðu vitica tvojih;
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
4 Vrat ti je kao kula Davidova sazidana za oružje, gdje vise tisuæama štitovi i svakojako oružje junaèko;
Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
5 Dvije su ti dojke kao dva laneta blizanca, koji pasu meðu ljiljanima.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
6 Dok dan zahladi i sjenke otidu, iæi æu ka gori smirnovoj i ka humu tamjanovu.
Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Sva si lijepa draga moja, i nema nedostatka na tebi.
You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
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.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of leopards.
9 Otela si mi srce, sestro moja nevjesto, otela si mi srce jednijem okom svojim i jednijem lanèiæem s grla svojega.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
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 is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
11 S usana tvojih kaplje sat, nevjesto, pod jezikom ti je med i mlijeko, i miris je haljina tvojih kao miris Livanski.
Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Ti si vrt zatvoren, sestro moja nevjesto, izvor zatvoren, studenac zapeèaæen.
My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
13 Bilje je tvoje voænjak od šipaka s voæem krasnijem, od kipra i narda.
Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
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, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
15 Izvore vrtovima, studenèe vode žive i koja teèe s Livana!
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down 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.
Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.
