¹I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

¹- Ja sam cvijet šaronski, ljiljan u dolu.

²As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

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

³As 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.

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.

⁴He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

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

⁵Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

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

⁶His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

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

⁷I 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.

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

⁸The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

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

⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

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

¹⁰My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

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

¹¹For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

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

¹²The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

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

¹³The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover

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

¹⁴My 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.

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."

¹⁵Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

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

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

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

¹⁷Beloved Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.

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