¹Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

¹'Kuhu su kallim on läinud, sa ilusaim naistest? Kuhu su kallim põikas, et koos sinuga teda otsida?'

²My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

²'Mu kallim läks alla oma rohuaeda, palsamipeenarde juurde, rohuaedadesse karja hoidma ja lillekesi noppima.

³I [am] my beloved`s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

³Mina kuulun oma kallimale ja mu kallim on minu, tema, kes lillekeste keskel karja hoiab.'

⁴Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

⁴'Sa oled ilus nagu Tirsa, mu kullake, kaunis nagu Jeruusalemm, kardetav nagu väehulk lippudega.

⁵Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

⁵Pööra oma silmad ära mu pealt, sest need teevad mind rahutuks! Su juuksed on nagu kitsekari, kes laskub Gileadilt.

⁶Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

⁶Su hambad on nagu kari emalambaid, kes pesemiselt tulevad; neil kõigil on kaksikud ja ükski neist pole soota.

⁷As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.

⁷Otsekui granaatõuna lõiked on su oimud su loori taga.

⁸Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

⁸Kuuskümmend on kuningannasid, kaheksakümmend on liignaisi ja neitseid on arvutult.

⁹One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

⁹Aga üksainus on mu tuvike, mu süütuke, oma ema ainus, oma sünnitaja lemmik. Tüdrukud näevad teda ja kiidavad õndsaks, ka kuningannad ja liignaised, ja nad ülistavad teda:

¹⁰`Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?`

¹⁰'Kes see on, kes koiduna alla vaatab, ilus nagu täiskuu, selge nagu päike, kardetav nagu väehulk lippudega?''

¹¹Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —

¹¹'Ma läksin alla pähkliaeda vaatama pungi orus, vaatama, kas viinapuu on pakatanud, kas granaatõunapuud õitsevad.

¹²I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.

¹²Ma ei teadnud, et mu hing pani mind Ammi-Nadibi vankritele.'

¹³Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?