Song Seven
Show me, beautiful Shulamita, We tell ourselves - look around, look around! You are beautiful, pure, clear, Turn your unearthly face towards us.
Why do you look at the beauty, Like a round dance for young girls, Or you don't like anyone else Or do you have other concerns?
Your feet in sandals are beautiful, Famous noble daughter, Your eyes are simple and clear, Your heart is an open door. Your thighs! They are necklaces Bordering the glorious circle, Your hips are like products From the skillful hands of an artist.
Your navel is like a wine cup The cup does not run out of wine. Your heart is holy, innocent, Your heart is one and the same. Your belly is an armful of wheat, And wild flowers all around, How artful and unusual Statue of a sculptor's hands. Your two breasts are clean and tender. Two kids near a chamois in the forest, What lies serene under the oak tree, Contemplating the beauty of the forest. Your neck is elastic, smooth, Like an ivory pillar Fragrant, fresh, sweet. How can I save myself from her? And the eyes are the lakes of Heshbon, That the gates of Bathrabbim shine, The daughters of Zion will envy - These eyes will seduce anyone. Your nose is slender, like the Tower of Lebanon, Facing the distance to the east, The forehead is a tent under the sky of Wassan, Что стоит у широких ворот. Your head is clear, proud, Like Mount Carmel in Galilee, Like a rock, impregnable, solid, Who would have conquered the king under her! Your hair is a shining purple, Curls are waves of distant seas, The king, who desires communication with you, Blinded by your beauty. You are pleasant with your courtesy Attractive and sweet to me You with your beauty and shyness She took the groom far away. This camp is like a coastal palm tree, These breasts are clusters of grapes. This beautiful, tender palm tree, I would be very happy to give you a very tight hug. I would grab hold of the weeping branches, There would be breasts instead of fruits, Your thin nostrils are odorous They smell like apples from fresh orchards.
These lips are like a deep bowl, Excellent wine matures in it. Like a river through a wide valley, What has been waiting for you for a long time.
Delighting weary lips And having drunk, he sleeps at his breasts, Lovers will know this sweetness, This is hidden from other people.
All his aspirations and all his aspirations, All his dreams are only for me. I am his and he is mine until the end, He is with me in reality and in my dreams. Come to me without delay, Let's go out into the summer field together And we will stay in distant villages, In the morning we will enter the vineyard And let's look at the plants with you, Maybe the vine has blossomed And again with unearthly pleasure You will look me straight in the eyes.
The buds have probably opened again The apple trees are blooming brightly again. Immeasurable pleasure awaits you, Again the caresses of the beloved await. Mandragoras carry incense, There are many ripe fruits at the door, Come, I'm in the throes of love, Come, my beloved, quickly! And my fruits are excellent, I'm saving them all for you. All of them are suitable for food, Come, I can't wait any longer!