Koris
1 “Atgriezies, atgriezies, Šulamīte,
atgriezies, atgriezies,
lai tevi aplūkojam.”
Līgavainis
“Kas jums ko redzēt no Šulamītes,
kad tā dejo starp diviem pulkiem?
2 Cik skaistas tavas pēdas sandalēs,
tu, augstmaņa meita.
Tavu gurnu apaļums
ir kā rotkaļa darināts.
3 Tava naba –
apaļš trauks, kurā neizsīkst vīns.
Tavs vēders –
lilijām apsprausta kviešu stirpa.
4 Abas tavas krūtis
kā divi stirnēni,
kā gazeļu dvīņi.
5 Tavs kakls kā ziloņkaula tornis,
tavas acis – Hešbonas dīķi
pie Bat-Rabīmas vārtiem,
tavs deguns kā Lebanona tornis,
kas raugās uz Damasku.
6 Tava galva pār tevi kā Karmels,
tavas matu cirtas kā purpurs –
ķēniņš sagūstīts tajās.
7 Cik skaista un cik tīkama,
tu, baudpilnā mīlestība!
8 Tavs augums ir palmai līdzīgs
un tavas krūtis kā ķekari.
9 Es saku – kāpšu palmā,
ķeršos pie zariem!
Un lai tavas krūtis kā vīna ķekari
un tavu nāšu elpa kā āboli.
10 Tavas aukslējas
kā labs vīns!
Tas glāsta mana mīļotā muti,
plūst man pār lūpām un zobiem.”
Līgava
11 “Es – mīļajam manam,
un viņš mani kāro.
12 Nāc, mans mīļais,
izejam laukos,
nakšņojam ciemos!
13 Ceļamies agri
un ejam vīnadārzos
lūkot, vai vīnstīga rieš,
vai pumpuri atvērušies,
vai plaukst granātkoki, –
tur es glāstīšu tevi.
14 Mandragora dod smaržu,
un ap mūsu durvīm
ir visādi saldi augļi –
svaigus un sažāvētus,
mīļais mans,
es tev esmu tos saglabājusi.
The Man
1 What a magnificent young woman you are!
How beautiful are your feet in sandals.
The curve of your thighs
is like the work of an artist.
2 A bowl is there,
that never runs out of spiced wine.
A sheaf of wheat is there,
surrounded by lilies.
3 Your breasts are like twin deer,
like two gazelles.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory.
Your eyes are like the pools in the city of Heshbon,
near the gate of that great city.
Your nose is as lovely as the tower of Lebanon
that stands guard at Damascus.
5 Your head is held high like Mount Carmel.
Your braided hair shines like the finest satin;
its beauty could hold a king captive.
6 How pretty you are, how beautiful;
how complete the delights of your love.
7 You are as graceful as a palm tree,
and your breasts are clusters of dates.
8 I will climb the palm tree
and pick its fruit.
To me your breasts are like bunches of grapes,
your breath like the fragrance of apples,
9 and your mouth like the finest wine.
The Woman
Then let the wine flow straight to my lover,
flowing over his lips and teeth.
10 I belong to my lover, and he desires me.
11 Come, darling, let's go out to the countryside
and spend the night in the villages.
12 We will get up early and look at the vines
to see whether they've started to grow,
whether the blossoms are opening
and the pomegranate trees are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
13 You can smell the scent of mandrakes,
and all the pleasant fruits are near our door.
Darling, I have kept for you
the old delights and the new.
