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Io sono la rosa di Saron, il giglio delle valli.
YO soy la rosa de Sarón, y el lirio de los valles.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Quale un giglio tra le spine, tale è l’amica mia tra le fanciulle.
Como el lirio entre las espinas, así es mi amiga entre las doncellas.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Qual è un melo fra gli alberi del bosco, tal è l’amico mio fra i giovani. Io desidero sedermi alla sua ombra, e il suo frutto è dolce al mio palato.
Como el manzano entre los árboles silvestres, así es mi amado entre los mancebos: bajo la sombra del deseado me senté, y su fruto fué dulce á mi paladar.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Egli m’ha condotta nella casa del convito, e l’insegna che spiega su di me è Amore.
Llevóme á la cámara del vino, y su bandera sobre mí fué amor.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
Fortificatemi con delle schiacciate d’uva, sostentatemi con de’ pomi, perch’io son malata d’amore.
Sustentadme con frascos, corroboradme con manzanas; porque estoy enferma de amor.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
La sua sinistra sia sotto al mio capo, e la sua destra m’abbracci!
Su izquierda esté debajo de mi cabeza, y su derecha me abrace.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
O figliuole di Gerusalemme, io vi scongiuro per le gazzelle, per le cerve dei campi, non svegliate, non svegliate l’amor mio, finch’essa non lo desideri!
Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, por las gamas y por las ciervas del campo, que no despertéis ni hagáis velar al amor, hasta que quiera.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Ecco la voce del mio amico! Eccolo che viene, saltando per i monti, balzando per i colli.
¡La voz de mi amado! He aquí él viene saltando sobre los montes, brincando sobre los collados.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
L’amico mio è simile a una gazzella o ad un cerbiatto. Eccolo, egli sta dietro al nostro muro, e guarda per la finestra, lancia occhiate attraverso alle persiane.
Mi amado es semejante al gamo, ó al cabrito de los ciervos. Helo aquí, está tras nuestra pared, mirando por las ventanas, mostrándose por las rejas.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
Il mio amico parla e mi dice: Lèvati, amica mia, mia bella, e vientene,
Mi amado habló, y me dijo: Levántate, oh amiga mía, hermosa mía, y vente.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
poiché, ecco, l’inverno è passato, il tempo delle piogge è finito, se n’è andato;
Porque he aquí ha pasado el invierno, hase mudado, la lluvia se fué;
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
i fiori appaion sulla terra, il tempo del cantare è giunto, e la voce della tortora si fa udire nelle nostre contrade.
Hanse mostrado las flores en la tierra, el tiempo de la canción es venido, y en nuestro país se ha oído la voz de la tórtola;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Il fico ha messo i suoi ficucci, e le viti fiorite esalano il loro profumo. Lèvati, amica mia, mia bella, e vientene”.
La higuera ha echado sus higos, y las vides en cierne dieron olor: levántate, oh amiga mía, hermosa mía, y vente.
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”
O mia colomba, che stai nelle fessure delle rocce, nel nascondiglio delle balze, mostrami il tuo viso, fammi udire la tua voce; poiché la tua voce è soave, e il tuo viso è bello.
Paloma mía, que estás en los agujeros de la peña, en lo escondido de escarpados parajes, muéstrame tu rostro, hazme oir tu voz; porque dulce es la voz tuya, y hermoso tu aspecto.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
Pigliateci le volpi, le volpicine che guastano le vigne, poiché le nostre vigne sono in fiore!
Cazadnos las zorras, las zorras pequeñas, que echan á perder las viñas; pues que nuestras viñas están en cierne.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Il mio amico è mio, ed io son sua: di lui, che pastura il gregge fra i gigli.
Mi amado es mío, y yo suya; él apacienta entre lirios.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
Prima che spiri l’aura del giorno e che le ombre fuggano, torna, amico mio, come la gazzella od il cerbiatto sui monti che ci separano!
Hasta que apunte el día, y huyan las sombras, tórnate, amado mío; sé semejante al gamo, ó al cabrito de los ciervos, sobre los montes de Bether.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.