सर्वश्रेष्ठ गीत 5

1Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.

2I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.

3I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?

4My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.

5I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.

6I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.

7The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

8I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.

9What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?

10My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.

11His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.

12His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.

13His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.

14His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.

15His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.

16His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.

17Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?

1[Veniat dilectus meus in hortum suum, et comedat fructum pomorum suorum. Sponsus Veni in hortum meum, soror mea, sponsa; messui myrrham meam cum aromatibus meis; comedi favum cum melle meo; bibi vinum meum cum lacte meo; comedite, amici, et bibite, et inebriamini, carissimi.

2Sponsa Ego dormio, et cor meum vigilat. Vox dilecti mei pulsantis: Sponsus Aperi mihi, soror mea, amica mea, columba mea, immaculata mea, quia caput meum plenum est rore, et cincinni mei guttis noctium.

3Sponsa Expoliavi me tunica mea: quomodo induar illa? lavi pedes meos: quomodo inquinabo illos?

4Dilectus meus misit manum suam per foramen, et venter meus intremuit ad tactum ejus.

5Surrexi ut aperirem dilecto meo; manus meæ stillaverunt myrrham, et digiti mei pleni myrrha probatissima.

6Pessulum ostii mei aperui dilecto meo, at ille declinaverat, atque transierat. Anima mea liquefacta est, ut locutus est; quæsivi, et non inveni illum; vocavi, et non respondit mihi.

7Invenerunt me custodes qui circumeunt civitatem; percusserunt me, et vulneraverunt me. Tulerunt pallium meum mihi custodes murorum.

8Adjuro vos, filiæ Jerusalem, si inveneritis dilectum meum, ut nuntietis ei quia amore langueo.

9Chorus Qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto, o pulcherrima mulierum? qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilecto, quia sic adjurasti nos?

10Sponsa Dilectus meus candidus et rubicundus; electus ex millibus.

11Caput ejus aurum optimum; comæ ejus sicut elatæ palmarum, nigræ quasi corvus.

12Oculi ejus sicut columbæ super rivulos aquarum, quæ lacte sunt lotæ, et resident juxta fluenta plenissima.

13Genæ illius sicut areolæ aromatum, consitæ a pigmentariis. Labia ejus lilia, distillantia myrrham primam.

14Manus illius tornatiles, aureæ, plenæ hyacinthis. Venter ejus eburneus, distinctus sapphiris.

15Crura illius columnæ marmoreæ quæ fundatæ sunt super bases aureas. Species ejus ut Libani, electus ut cedri.

16Guttur illius suavissimum, et totus desiderabilis. Talis est dilectus meus, et ipse est amicus meus, filiæ Jerusalem.

17Chorus Quo abiit dilectus tuus, o pulcherrima mulierum? quo declinavit dilectus tuus? et quæremus eum tecum.]

1Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees.

2Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved.

3Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking:

4Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.

5Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?

6My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.

7I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.

8I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.

9The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.

10I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.

11Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?

12Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.

13His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.

14His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.

15His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.

16His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.

17His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars.

18His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

19Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?