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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! ****
YO vine á mi huerto, oh hermana, esposa mía: cogido he mi mirra y mis aromas; he comido mi panal y mi miel, mi vino y mi leche he bebido. Comed, amigos; bebed, amados, y embriagaos.
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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.
I have 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. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
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.
Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba: la voz de mi amado que llamaba: Abreme, hermana mía, amiga mía, paloma mía, perfecta mía; porque mi cabeza está llena de rocío, mis cabellos de las gotas de la noche.
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
Heme desnudado mi ropa; ¿cómo la tengo de vestir? He lavado mis pies; ¿cómo los tengo de ensuciar?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:
Mi amado metió su mano por el agujero, y mis entrañas se conmovieron dentro de mí.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
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.
Yo me levanté para abrir á mi amado, y mis manos gotearon mirra, y mis dedos mirra que corría sobre las aldabas del candado.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
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.
Abrí yo á mi amado; mas mi amado se había ido, había ya pasado: y tras su hablar salió mi alma: busquélo, y no lo hallé; llamélo, y no me respondió.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
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.
Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad: hiriéronme, llagáronme, quitáronme mi manto de encima los guardas de los muros.
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem,—If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, si hallareis á mi amado, que le hagáis saber como de amor estoy enferma.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
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?
¿Qué es tu amado más que otro amado, oh la más hermosa de todas las mujeres? ¿qué es tu amado más que otro amado, que así nos conjuras?
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 charge us?
How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
SHE. My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
Mi amado es blanco y rubio, señalado entre diez mil.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
His head, is pure gold,—his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
Su cabeza, como oro finísimo; sus cabellos crespos, negros como el cuervo.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water,—bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
Sus ojos, como palomas junto á los arroyos de las aguas, que se lavan con leche, y á la perfección colocados.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume,—His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
Sus mejillas, como una era de especias aromáticas, como fragantes flores: sus labios, como lirios que destilan mirra que trasciende.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz,—His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:
Sus manos, como anillos de oro engastados de jacintos: su vientre, como claro marfil cubierto de zafiros.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold,—His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:
Sus piernas, como columnas de mármol fundadas sobre basas de fino oro: su aspecto como el Líbano, escogido como los cedros.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful,—This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Su paladar, dulcísimo: y todo él codiciable. Tal es mi amado, tal es mi amigo, oh doncellas de Jerusalem.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.