¹- Ja sam cvijet šaronski, ljiljan u dolu.

¹I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

²- Što je ljiljan među trnjem, to je prijateljica moja među djevojkama.

²As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

³- Što je jabuka među šumskim stablima, to je dragi moj među mladićima; bila sam željna hlada njezina i sjedoh, plodovi njeni slatki su grlu mome.

³As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.

⁴Uveo me u odaje vina i pokrio me zastavom ljubavi.

⁴He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.

⁵Okrijepite me kolačima, osvježite jabukama, jer sam bolna od ljubavi.

⁵Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.

⁶Njegova mi je lijeva ruka pod glavom, a desnom me grli.

⁶His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

⁷- Kćeri jeruzalemske, zaklinjem vas srnama i košutama poljskim, ne budite, ne budite ljubav moju dok sama ne bude htjela!

⁷I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.

⁸Glas dragoga moga! Evo ga, dolazi, prelijeće brda, preskakuje brežuljke.

⁸The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

⁹Dragi je moj kao srna, on je kao jelenče. Evo ga za našim zidom, gleda kroz prozore, zaviruje kroz rešetke.

⁹My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.

¹⁰Dragi moj podiže glas i govori mi: "Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja, i dođi,

¹⁰My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹jer evo, zima je već minula, kiša je prošla i nestala.

¹¹For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

¹²Cvijeće se po zemlji ukazuje, vrijeme pjevanja dođe i glas se grličin čuje u našem kraju.

¹²The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³Smokva je izbacila prve plodove, vinograd, u cvatu, miriše. Ustani, dragano moja, ljepoto moja i dođi.

¹³The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

¹⁴Golubice moja, u spiljama kamenim, u skrovištima vrletnim, daj da ti vidim lice i da ti čujem glas, jer glas je tvoj ugodan i lice je tvoje krasno."

¹⁴My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵Pohvatajte lisice, male lisice što oštećuju vinograde, naše vinograde u cvatu.

¹⁵Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

¹⁶Dragi moj pripada meni, a ja njemu, on pase među ljiljanima.

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,

¹⁷Prije nego dan izdahne i sjene se spuste, vrati se, dragi moj: budi lagan kao srna, kao lane na gori Beteru.

¹⁷Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.