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!
[HE] I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: —Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye 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.
[SHE] I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, —The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture 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 tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
4 Dragi moj promoli ruku svoju kroz rupu, a što je u meni ustrepta od njega.
My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply 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 myself, arose, to open to my beloved, —and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.
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 myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, —My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.
7 Naðoše me stražari, koji obilaze po gradu, biše me, raniše me, uzeše prijevjes moj s mene stražari po zidovima.
The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, —The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.
8 Zaklinjem vas, kæeri Jerusalimske, ako naðete dragoga mojega, šta æete mu kazati? Da sam bolna od ljubavi.
I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
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?
[DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured us?
10 Dragi je moj bio i rumen, zastavnik izmeðu deset tisuæa;
[SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
11 Glava mu je najbolje zlato, kosa mu je kudrava, crna kao gavran;
His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
12 Oèi su mu kao u goluba na potocima vodenijem, mlijekom umivene, i stoje u obilju;
His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
13 Obrazi su mu kao lijehe mirisnoga bilja, kao cvijeæe mirisno; usne su mu kao ljiljan, s njih kaplje smirna žitka;
His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
14 Na rukama su mu zlatni prsteni, na kojima su ukovani virili; trbuh mu je kao svijetla slonova kost obložena safirima.
His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:
15 Gnjati su mu kao stupovi od mramora, uglavljeni na zlatnom podnožju; stas mu je Livan, krasan kao kedri.
His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:
16 Usta su mu slatka i sav je ljubak. Taki je moj dragi, taki je moj mili, kæeri Jerusalimske.
His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
