Pesma nad pesmama 5
1 Doðoh u vrt svoj, sestro moja nevjesto, berem smirnu svoju i mirise svoje, jedem sat svoj i med svoj, pijem vino svoje i mlijeko svoje; jedite, prijatelji, pijte, i opijte se, mili moji!
I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 Ja spavam, a srce je moje budno; eto glasa dragoga mojega, koji kuca: otvori mi, sestro moja, draga moja, golubice moja, bezazlena moja; jer je glava moja puna rose i kosa moja noænijeh kapi.
I sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.'
3 Svukla sam haljinu svoju, kako æu je obuæi? oprala sam noge svoje, kako æu ih kaljati?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Dragi moj promoli ruku svoju kroz rupu, a što je u meni ustrepta od njega.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
5 Ja ustah da otvorim dragome svojemu, a s ruku mojih prokapa smirna, i niz prste moje poteèe smirna na držak od brave.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.
6 Otvorih dragomu svome, ali dragoga mojega ne bješe, otide. Bijah izvan sebe kad on progovori. Tražih ga, ali ga ne naðoh; vikah ga, ali mi se ne odazva.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu, biše me, raniše me, uzeše prijevjes moj s mene stražari po zidovima.
The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8 Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, ako naðete dragoga mojega, šta æete mu kazati? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'
9 Što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, o najljepša meðu ženama? što je tvoj dragi bolji od drugih dragih, te nas tako zaklinješ?
'What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?'
10 Dragi je moj bio i rumen, zastavnik izmeðu deset tisuæa;
'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.
11 Glava mu je najbolje zlato, kosa mu je kudrava, crna kao gavran;
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven.
12 Oèi su mu kao u goluba na potocima vodenijem, mlijekom umivene, i stoje u obilju;
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 Obrazi su mu kao lijehe mirisnoga bilja, kao cvijeæe mirisno; usne su mu kao ljiljan, s njih kaplje smirna žitka;
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh.
14 Na rukama su mu zlatni prsteni, na kojima su ukovani virili; trbuh mu je kao svijetla slonova kost obložena safirima.
His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 Gnjati su mu kao stupovi od mramora, uglavljeni na zlatnom podnožju; stas mu je Livan, krasan kao kedri.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Usta su mu slatka i sav je ljubak. Taki je moj dragi, taki je moj mili, kæeri Jerusalimske.
His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.'
