¹'Vaata, sa oled ilus, mu kullake, vaata, sa oled ilus! Su silmad su loori taga on tuvid. Su juuksed on nagu kitsekari, kes laskub Gileadi mäelt.

¹Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

²Su hambad on nagu kari pügatud lambaid, kes pesemiselt tulevad: neil kõigil on kaksikud ja ükski neist pole soota.

²Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

³Su huuled on nagu punane pael ja su kõne on armas. Otsekui granaatõuna lõiked on su oimud su loori taga.

³Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴Su kael on nagu Taaveti torn, mis kivikihtidena on ehitatud; tuhat kilpi ripub selle küljes, need kõik on kangelaste kilbid.

⁴Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵Su kaks rinda on nagu kaks vasikakest, gaselli kaksikut, kes söövad liiliate keskel.

⁵Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

⁶Kuni tuul kuulutab päeva ja varjud põgenevad, tahan ma minna mürrimäele ja viirukikünkale.

⁶Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

⁷Sa oled täiuslikult ilus, mu kullake, ja sul pole ühtegi viga!

⁷You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸Tule minuga Liibanonilt, pruut, tule minuga Liibanonilt! Astu alla Amana tipust, Seniiri ja Hermoni tipust, lõvide koobastest, pantrite mägedelt!

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹Sa oled pannud mu südame põksuma, mu õeke, mu pruut! Oled pannud mu südame põksuma ainsa pilguga silmist, ainsa lüliga oma kaelakeest.

⁹You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰Ah, kui magus on su armastus, mu õeke, mu pruut! Su armastus on parem kui vein, kõigist palsameist parem on su õlide lõhn!

¹⁰How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹Su huuled tilguvad kärjemett, mu pruut, sul on keele all mesi ja piim, ja su riiete lõhn on otsekui Liibanoni lõhn!

¹¹Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²Suletud rohuaed on mu õeke, mu pruut! Suletud rohuaed, pitseriga kinni pandud allikas.

¹²A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³Su väänded on granaatõunapuude aed valitud viljaga, hennapõõsaste ja nardidega -

¹³Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴nard ja safran, kalmus ja kaneel koos igasugu viirukipuudega, mürr ja aaloe koos kõige paremate palsamitega.

¹⁴spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵Rohuaedade allikas on elava vee kaev, mis Liibanonilt voolab.'

¹⁵a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

¹⁶'Ärka, põhjatuul, ja tule, lõunatuul! Puhu läbi mu rohuaia, et selle palsamilõhnad hoovaksid! Mu kallim tulgu oma rohuaeda ja söögu selle valitud vilja.'

¹⁶Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.