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He entrado en mi huertoa, hermana mía, esposa míab;he recogido mi mirrac con mi bálsamo.He comido mi panal y1 mi miel;he bebido mi vino y2 mi leched.Comede, amigosf;bebed y embriagaos, oh amados.
El tormento de la separación
LA ESPOSA:
2 Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba,¡Una voz! ¡Mi amado toca a la puerta!«Abreme, hermana míaa, amada1 mía,paloma mía, perfecta míab,pues mi cabeza está empapada2 de rocío,mis cabellosc empapados de la humedad3 de la noche».3 Me he quitado la ropa,¿cómo he de vestirme de nuevoa?He lavado mis piesb,¿cómo los volveré a ensuciar?4 Mi amado metió su mano por la abertura de la puerta,y se estremecieron por él1 mis entrañasa.5 Yo me levanté para abrir a mi amado;y mis manos destilaron mirraa,y mis dedos mirra líquida1,sobre los pestillos de la cerradura.6 Abrí yo a mi amado,pero mi amado se había retirado, se había idoa.Tras1 su hablar salió mi almab.Lo busqué, y no lo halléc;lo llamé, y no me respondiód.7 Me hallaron los guardas que rondan la ciudada,me golpearon y me hirieron;me quitaron de encima mi chal los guardas de las murallas.8 Yo os conjuro, oh hijas de Jerusaléna,si encontráis a mi amado,¿qué le habéis de decir?Que estoy enferma de amorb.
EL CORO:
9 ¿Qué clase de amado es tu amado1,oh la más hermosa de las mujeresa?¿Qué clase de amado es tu amado2,que así nos conjuras?
LA ESPOSA:
10 Mi amado es resplandeciente y sonrosado1a,distinguido2b entre diez mil.11 Su cabeza es como oro, oro puro,sus cabellosa, como racimos de dátiles1,negros como el cuervo.12 Sus ojos son como palomasajunto a corrientes de agua,bañados en leche,colocados en1 su engasteb.13 Sus mejillas, como eras1 de bálsamo,como riberas de hierbasa aromáticas;sus labios son liriosbque destilan mirra líquidac.14 Sus manos, barras de oroengastadas de beriloa;su vientre, marfil talladorecubierto de zafiros1b.15 Sus piernas, columnas de alabastroasentadas sobre basas de oro puro;su aspecto, como el Líbanoa,gallardo1 como los cedrosb.16 Su paladara, dulcísimo,y todo él, deseableb.Este es mi amado yeste es mi amigo,hijas de Jerusalén.
EL CORO:
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The Torment of Separation
“I have acome into my garden, bmy sister, my bride;I have gathered my cmyrrh along with my balsam.I have eaten my honeycomb with my dhoney;I have edrunk my wine with my milk.Eat, ffriends;Drink and 1drink deeply, lovers.”
The Bride
2 “I was asleep but my heart was awake.A voice! My beloved was knocking:‘Open to me, amy sister, my darling,bMy dove, my perfect one!For my head is 1drenched with dew,My clocks with the dew drops of the night.’3 “I have ataken off my dress,How can I put it on again?I have bwashed my feet,How can I dirty them again?4 “My beloved extended his hand through the opening,And my afeelings were stirred for him.5 “I arose to open to my beloved;And my hands adripped with myrrh,And my fingers with drops of myrrh,On the handles of the bolt.6 “I opened to my beloved,But my beloved had aturned away and had gone!My 1heart went out to him as he bspoke.I csearched for him but I did not find him;I dcalled him but he did not answer me.7 “The awatchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,They struck me and wounded me;The guards of the walls took my shawl away from me.8 “aSwear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,As to what you will tell him:For bI am lovesick.”
The Chorus
9 “1What kind of beloved is your beloved,O amost beautiful among women?2What kind of beloved is your beloved,That you make us swear in this way?”
Admiration by the Bride
The Bride
10 “My beloved is dazzling and 1areddish,bOutstanding among ten thousand.11 “His head is like gold, pure gold;His alocks are like clusters of datesAnd black as a raven.12 “His aeyes are like dovesBeside streams of water,Bathed in milk,And perched in their bsetting.13 “His cheeks are like a abed of balsam,1Banks of herbal spices;His lips are bliliescDripping with drops of myrrh.14 “His hands are rods of goldSet with atopaz;His abdomen is panels of ivoryCovered with 1bsapphires.15 “His thighs are pillars of alabasterSet on pedestals of pure gold;His appearance is like aLebanon,Choice as the bcedars.16 “His 1amouth is full of sweetness.And he is wholly bdesirable.This is my beloved and this is my friend,You daughters of Jerusalem.”
The Chorus
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