Pesma nad pesmama 7
1 Kako su lijepe noge tvoje u obuæi, kæeri kneževska; sastavci su bedara tvojih kao grivne, djelo ruku umjetnièkih.
How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
2 Pupak ti je kao èaša okrugla, koja nije nikad bez piæa; trbuh ti je kao stog pšenice ograðen ljiljanima;
Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
3 Dvije dojke tvoje kao dva blizanca srnèeta;
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
4 Vrat ti je kao kula od slonove kosti; oèi su ti kao jezera u Esevonu na vratima Vatravimskim; nos ti je kao kula Livanska koja gleda prema Damasku;
Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
5 Glava je tvoja na tebi kao Karmil, i kosa na glavi tvojoj kao carska porfira u bore nabrana.
Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
6 Kako si lijepa i kako si ljupka, o ljubavi u milinama!
[HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
7 Uzrast ti je kao palma, i dojke kao grozdovi.
This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
8 Rekoh: popeæu se na palmu, dohvatiæu grane njezine; i biæe dojke tvoje kao grozdovi na vinovoj lozi, i miris nosa tvojega kao jabuke;
I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
9 I grlo tvoje kao dobro vino, koje ide pravo dragomu mojemu i èini da govore usne onijeh koji spavaju.
And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
10 Ja sam dragoga svojega, i njega je želja za mnom.
I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
11 Hodi, dragi moj, da idemo u polje, da noæujemo u selima.
Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
12 Raniæemo u vinograde da vidimo cvate li vinova loza, zameæe li se grožðe, cvatu li šipci; ondje æu ti dati ljubav svoju.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
13 Mandragore puštaju miris, i na vratima je našim svakojako krasno voæe, novo i staro, koje za te dohranih, dragi moj.
The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
