Song Five

I finally came to the garden To my sister, to my fiancée. I have found the joy of my heart, We are close again, together again. I picked up the scent of myrrh, Filled my entire consciousness I'm so happy and I'm so glad My sense of smell rejoices. I ate honeycombs, the honey is flowing, And he drank wine with milk. I have respect and honor, Look, I'm having fun! I ask my beloved friends: Eat, drink, don't be embarrassed. In the garden I find happiness And you will be satisfied with the fruits.

I'm sleeping, but my heart is still awake, But he waits and languishes, I hear a voice somewhere, My beloved is knocking on me, He tells me:

Open it! My fiancee and sister, Give me pleasure My holy dove. My whole head is covered in dew, And the curls are covered with moisture. I am drawn to your beauty To your unforgotten features.

But if I took off my tunic, How can I get up and get dressed again? I'm sleeping, and he's behind the wall, Everything is waiting for me to warm up again. I already washed my feet And again there is no desire to dirty them. And he knocks, and in the soul A dream of love burns.

He extended his hand to me Through the hole in the door lock, And turned everything in me upside down, And I got out of bed again. My insides were boiling, Like the sea in a storm, it raged, And myrrh walked over the edges, It dripped from my fingers onto the floor. I opened the door for him, And I wanted to enjoy it But he went into the darkness again, I didn’t have time to grab him. When he spoke to me My soul is no longer in me, He disappeared into the darkness of the night, And I cried out in despondency: "Come back to me, beloved, I'm waiting! - but he did not return. The soul burned as if on fire, And the spirit was seething and indignant. Exhausted from love, I walked in the darkness for a long time, I broke my legs until they bled, I couldn't find him anywhere. I wandered alone for a long time, I met the night watch She hurt me She beat me up and I screamed. My tunic was torn from me And they roughly removed the coverlet. He didn't come to help I called out to him in vain. Where do you go in the night now, My long-awaited, my beloved? I conjure you again O daughters of Jerusalem! When you suddenly see The one about whom I write a song, Tell me I'm in agony And I'm exhausted from love.

Tell me, beauty, what is he More beautiful than other lovers? He is far from Solomon, And you have such passions! Tell me why he is better than others, If you ask us and conjure us, Perhaps there are many like this But you don’t see and don’t know?

My beloved blush and white, Tens of thousands can't compare My beloved is handsome and brave, I live by it, and I dream about it. His face and head - Like a golden statue His melodious words They give birth to passionate desire. And the hair is like those coals... Curly, soft and wavy, They shine and sparkle from afar - Like a black raven in a clear sky. His eyes are like the sky, Like a pair of doves in love, Sitting by the stream of water In the shade from the heat of the sun. They were swimming in the distance They are free and free They coo sweetly lightly, At rest you are full and satisfied. His cheeks are like a flower garden, Burning with rainbow colors. A life-giving spring flows in it Crystal water, speaking. Like ridges of fragrant herbs And wonderfully smelling plants, Carefully collecting your bouquet, I immerse myself in pleasure. His lips are like two flowers Two lilies in a wide field, Like two life-giving sips, But I won’t get enough of them! Nectar and juice flow from them, Streams of myrrh flow, And every sweet sip Teaches you to love without measure. Like golden round timbers His arms are so muscular They are gentle, they are light, I never feel bored with them. Topaz burns in his hand, Shimmers, sparkles, I enjoy it every time When he caresses me again. Like ivory from bone His belly is surrounded by sapphires, You can't save me from passion, The cymbal and lyre sound in the soul. Like a pair of marble pillars His legs are so muscular Knowing no fear from enemies, They are walking along the road. They stand confidently On a strong golden foot, They conceal confidence Coming towards me through the off-road. His majestic appearance Like glorious Lebanon, Like cedar, like marble and granite. I won't stop waiting for him. His lips are sweet as honey, Nectar juice flows from them. He is all courtesy, purity, No one in the world compares to him. He's better than a thousand others He is devoted to me with his heart and is faithful, That's who my friend and my fiance are, O daughters of Jerusalem!