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J’entre dans mon jardin, ma sœur, ma fiancée; Je cueille ma myrrhe avec mes aromates, Je mange mon rayon de miel avec mon miel, Je bois mon vin avec mon lait… Mangez, amis, buvez, enivrez-vous d’amour!
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.
J’étais endormie, mais mon cœur veillait… C’est la voix de mon bien-aimé, qui frappe: Ouvre-moi, ma sœur, mon amie, Ma colombe, ma parfaite! Car ma tête est couverte de rosée, Mes boucles sont pleines des gouttes de la nuit.
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.”
J’ai ôté ma tunique; comment la remettrais-je? J’ai lavé mes pieds; comment les salirais-je?
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?
Mon bien-aimé a passé la main par la fenêtre, Et mes entrailles se sont émues pour lui.
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.
Je me suis levée pour ouvrir à mon bien-aimé; Et de mes mains a dégoutté la myrrhe, De mes doigts, la myrrhe répandue Sur la poignée du verrou.
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.
J’ai ouvert à mon bien-aimé; Mais mon bien-aimé s’en était allé, il avait disparu. J’étais hors de moi, quand il me parlait. Je l’ai cherché, et je ne l’ai point trouvé; Je l’ai appelé, et il ne m’a point répondu.
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.
Les gardes qui font la ronde dans la ville m’ont rencontrée; Ils m’ont frappée, ils m’ont blessée; Ils m’ont enlevé mon voile, les gardes des murs.
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.
Je vous en conjure, filles de Jérusalem, Si vous trouvez mon bien-aimé, Que lui direz-vous?… Que je suis malade d’amour.
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.
Qu’a ton bien-aimé de plus qu’un autre, O la plus belle des femmes? Qu’a ton bien-aimé de plus qu’un autre, Pour que tu nous conjures ainsi?
¿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?
Mon bien-aimé est blanc et vermeil; Il se distingue entre dix mille.
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.
Sa tête est de l’or pur; Ses boucles sont flottantes, Noires comme le corbeau.
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.
Ses yeux sont comme des colombes au bord des ruisseaux, Se baignant dans le lait, Reposant au sein de l’abondance.
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.
Ses joues sont comme un parterre d’aromates, Une couche de plantes odorantes; Ses lèvres sont des lis, D’où découle la myrrhe.
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.
Ses mains sont des anneaux d’or, Garnis de chrysolithes; Son corps est de l’ivoire poli, Couvert de saphirs;
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.
Ses jambes sont des colonnes de marbre blanc, Posées sur des bases d’or pur. Son aspect est comme le Liban, Distingué comme les cèdres.
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.
Son palais n’est que douceur, Et toute sa personne est pleine de charme. Tel est mon bien-aimé, tel est mon ami, Filles de Jérusalem!
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.