shh... breathe...
ₘmₘₘ, (what a good taste has
your love for me...), it sedates
even the midnight moon p.d.q.
shhh... breathe... say nothing;
let me take the words I want
directly from your hungry lips;
your moans caress my hearing
as if are the canticles' canticle;
i'm in you deeper than it feels
She
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The kisses... oh, the kisses of his mouth,
it's very good. Your love, better than wine.
As a scent, your perfumes are so good.
A perfume establishes itself, it is your name
That's why young girls love you.
Take me to come on we'll run after you.
The king has made me enter into his chambers,
Joy for us, joy by you in memory.
Your love's better than wine.
One truly has reason to love you,
daughters of Jerusalem,
I am black and magnificent
with the tints of Kedar
with the shades of Solomon
but do not see me so black.
That which tanned me, it is the sun.
The sons of my mother angry with me
they have made me the keeper of the grapevines
but my own vine I have not tended it.
Tell me where the meadow is
you, the one who I love.
There where you take the animals
how you make them rest at noon,
I will not be lost
in the middle of the herds of your friends.
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He
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If you do not know
you're the most beautiful of women,
then go on leave
in pursuit of small livestock
take to the meadow of your little goats.
So close to the shepherds' houses,
my friend, I compare you.
A mare between the chariots of the pharaoh,
your cheeks are pretty amid the necklaces
and your neck amid the pearls to make
for you, necklaces of gold starred with silver
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She
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The king is in the middle of his court
and there, my perfume of spikenard gives off its odor.
A little bouquet of myrrh, it is my own lover.
He passes the night between my breasts.
A cluster of henna it's my own love
in the grapevines in Ein-Guédi
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He
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There you are so beautiful, my friend
There you are so beautiful...
Your eyes... Oh, doves...
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She
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There you are so beautiful, my love, so gracious.
Our bed, so cool...
The beams of our houses are cedars.
Our paneling cypresses.
Me, I am the rose of Sharon,
The Lily of the valleys...
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He
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Like a lily amongst the brambles
that you are, my friend, amongst the girls.
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She
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Like an apple tree in the middle of the trees
of the forest, there is my love amongst the boys.
I desired his shadow... oh, to seat myself.
His fruit was so sweet to my palate...
He made me enter into the house of wine...
there is a banner above me... It is Love
Give me back strength! Yes! Cakes with raisins,
again strength with apples... Yes!
I am sick with love. His left-hand holds my head
and his right wraps around me...
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He
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By gazelles and deer of the field,
I pray you, daughters of Jerusalem
to wake not. Wake not, Love, before desire...
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She
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There he is. It is my love that comes
with a jump above the mountains,
with a bound above the hills.
My love becomes a stag, a little roe...
There he is situated behind our walls.
He watches through the windows,
he observes by the trellis... there,
my love speaks and says to me...
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He
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Come on get up, my friend, my beautiful one
go forward, the winter is finished,
the rain has stopped, it is gone...
One sees flowers in this land of
the moment of the song has come.
Hears the voice of turtle doves in our land.
First figs of the fig tree the vines in flower
give off a scent. Rise up, my friend,
my beautiful one go forward, my dove
nestled in the rocks, in the hiding place
of the cliffs make me see your face
make me hear your voice, your voice
so tender... magnificent... your face...
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She
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Little foxes that ravage the vines,
our vines are in flower...
My love is my own and I on him.
He, who takes to the meadow among the lilies
move about, my love, before the breath
of the morning, before the flight of shadows...
Go on become a stag, small livestock
above the separation mountains...
On my bed during the nights,
I have sought him, the one that I love,
I have sought him, I have not found him.
I am going to get up, I'm going to move
about the town on the road, in the squares.
I am going to seek the one who loves me.
I have sought him, I have not found him.
These are the guards who have found me.
These which moved about my town.
Have you seen him, the one who loves me?
I cross by them and I find him.
Him that I love, me, I am keeping him.
I will not let him go until I make him enter
into the house of my mother, in the bedroom
of she, who made me by gazelles and
deer of the fields. I pray you,
daughters of Jerusalem awaken not
awaken not, Love, before desire...
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He
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Who is she that rises from the desert
in columns of smoke burning with myrrh and
with incense with all the perfumes of the merchants?
Here is the forest bed of Solomon.
Sixty brave men surround him
among the brave of Israel.
All with a sword expert in combat,
each one with a sword at his side
during the night in case of an alarm.
King Solomon made himself a palanquin
with trees from Lebanon.
Columns of the silver dais of gold,
purple seat interior inlaid with love.
He of the daughters of Jerusalem.
Come out daughters of Zion.
Look at King Solomon with his crown,
the crown put on by his mother. The day
of his marriage, the day of his court's joy.
There you are, my friend, so beautiful.
There you are so beautiful. Behind your veil
your eyes... oh, doves... Here, your hair...
black goats skip down the mountain of Gilead.
Here your teeth, a herd all-white
rises out of the bath. Each has its twin.
None is missing. Your lips resemble
a scarlet thread when you speak.
It's magnificent.
Your cheek behind your veil
the same as half a pomegranate
Your neck is like the Tower of David
build for trophies
There are a thousand shields hung
all the shields of the brave
Your two breasts would be two fawns.
Twins of a gazelle in the meadows among the lilies
Before the breath of morning,
before the flight of shadows, me,
I will go up the Myrrh mountain and
up the Incense Hill entirely beautiful,
my friend, You without fault...
My fiancée comes from Lebanon with me.
Come on come from Lebanon with me.
You will have the view from the heights of the Amanus,
from the heights of the Senir and the Hermon,
From the place of lions, the mountains of leopards.
My heart is taken by you, my sister's fiancée...
The heart is taken by you, by a single one of your eyes,
by a single ring of your chains. Your own love,
my sister's fiancée, it is so beautiful!
Your own love, it's very good! Better than wine!
As a scent, your perfumes better than every oil.
Honey Flows from your lips, my fiancée...
Honey and milk under your tongue...
The scent of your clothing like the scent
of Lebanon, an enclosed garden, my sister
Fiancée. Enclosed spring water. Sealed
your branches with a paradise of pomegranates.
Wonderous fruits, Henna spikenard
Spikenard saffron-cinnamon, cinnamon.
All the incense trees myrrh, aloes and
all the essential oils wave from the gardens
watering hole living torrent from Lebanon...
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She
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Come on! Wake up, the wind of the north!
Come wind of the south to send
the wind into my garden, Torrents of oils...
My love will come into his garden to eat fruits... wonder
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He
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I have come into your garden, my sister's fiancée.
I gather my myrrh with my oil.
I eat honey and light, I drink my wine
with my milk. Come on friends! Eat!
Lovers come on! Drink until drunkenness!
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She
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It is the voice of my lover,
he knocks...
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He
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My dove, my perfect one
fast my head is covered with dew,
my curls drop off the night...
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She
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I took off my tunic,
how am I going to put it back on?
I washed my feet, I am going to salt them.
My lover reaches his hand toward the opening
within, I shudder because of him...
Me, I rise up to open to my love...
Myrrh flows from my hands,
myrrh from my fingers on the keyhole.
I open to my love but my love turned around,
he left... All of me goes out in his words.
I sought him and I did not find him.
I called him, he did not answer me.
It is his guards who found me...
Those that move about the town,
they hit me, they wounded me.
The guards of the rampart took off my cloak.
I pray you, daughters of Jerusalem,
if you find my love, what are you going to tell him?
That I am sick... with love
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He
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You, lover, you, the most beautiful of women, your lover
is he, who's so different from others that you beg thus?
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She
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Remarkable among ten thousand,
his head is made of gold, of fine gold.
There is his curls, palms black crow.
His eyes almost doves bring torrents of water
bathing in milk poised in the full basin.
His cheek was equally broad with oils
heavy aroma of herbs.
His lips... Oh, lilies... drenched myrrh flows.
His hands... oh rings of gold set with emeralds...
His belly... oh... a block of ivory
covered with sapphires...
Oh, his legs, columns of planted alabaster
on pedestals of gold...
His face like Lebanon beloved like the cedar.
His palate, his sweetness, all in him is precious.
This one there, he is my love...
This one there, he is my friend,
daughters of Jerusalem.
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He
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You, the most beautiful of all women,
where does your love direct himself?
Come on, we will look for him with you.
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She
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My lover has descended into his garden
with four corners of aromas to make his domain
in the gardens, To pluck lilies.
Me, for my love and my love for me.
He, who takes to the meadow among the lilies.
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He
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You are beautiful my friend, like Tirza,
pretty like Jerusalem, terrible like battle flags.
No, look at me no more. Your eyes trouble me.
Here, your hair black goats skip down from Gilead.
Here, your teeth, a herd of sheep rising from the bath.
Each has its twin, not one is missing...
Your cheek behind your veil same as half a pomegranate.
There are sixty queens, eighty concubines...
innumerable young girls... My dove is unique.
My perfect one. Unique for her mother.
She shines for her who has made her.
The girls have seen her and declared her happy.
The queens, the concubines praise her.
Who is she, who advances like the dawn?
She shines like the sun, terrible like battle flags.
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She
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In a garden of walnut trees, I descended
to see what grows close to the torrent
to see if the grapevine advances
pomegranates, already in flower...
Ah, I didn't know I was entirely
carried on the chariots of Aminadab.
Come on! Come back! Come back, Shulamite!
Come back! Come back to one who will watch you.
And why do you want to watch the Shulamite?
Like a dance, she of the Two Camps,
your feel is beautiful. Sandals
of noble girls, contours of thighs like a necklace,
handmade by an artist. Your Navel
of a full cup never without sugared wine.
A brew of wheat surrounded by lilies...
Oh, your stomach, your two breasts
would be two twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your neck of the ivory tower.
Your eyes oh the reservoir of Heshbon
before the door of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose the same as the tower of Lebanon
that watches over Damascus.
Your head is straight upon you like Mt. Carmel.
Your purple braids, a king chains himself to your curls.
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He
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You are so beautiful, so soft, Love in pleasuring.
This size here resembles a palm tree.
Your breasts with grape clusters,
I have thought, I climb into a palm tree,
I catch its branches.
Your breasts would be clusters of grapevine.
The scent of your breath like apples.
Your palate very good wine...
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She
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Sliding on the lips of the sleeping
me, for my love and for me his desire
come on come, my love!
We will go out into the fields,
we will pass the night in the villages.
One will rise very early for the grapevines.
We are going to see if the vine is growing
open flowers pomegranates already in flower.
There I will give you to you, my own love,
apples of love give an odor.
Close to the opening, all this is wonderous.
From now, from before, I have guarded all for you,
My love. Why would you not be my brother?
Nourished at the breasts of my mother,
I will find you outside, I am going to kiss you,
I will not be deceived, I will take you,
I will make you enter my mother's house.
You will train me, I will make you drink spiced wine
from the juice of my pomegranate. Your left hand
held my head and his right wraps around me.
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He
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Are you going to awaken? Are you going to
awaken Love before desire?
Who is she who rises up from the desert
leaning on his lover?
Under the apple tree, I wake you.
It is there that your mother made you.
It is there that your mother made you
and has had you as a child.
Lay me like a seal upon your heart.
Like a seal on your arms, Love is strong
like death, passion hard like hell.
Flames, flames of fire, the flame of Yah,
a lot of water will not extinguish love.
No river will carry it away.
Who would give his entire house for love,
one would mistake it. One would mistake it,
we have a sister small and without breasts.
What are we going to do with our sister
when one will speak of her?
If it is a long wall, one will add to it a tower of silver.
It is the door? One will make it a cedar sign.
Me, longwall, my breasts equal towers.
In his eyes, yes, I resemble her that finds peace.
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He
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He had given the vine to the caretakers with his fruits,
one will do well to return a thousand pieces of silver.
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She
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My own vine, before me.
Here you go a thousand for you, Solomon
Two hundred for the caretakers of his fruits.
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He
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Those that surround you pay great attention
to your voice. Make me hear it.
Go on disappear, my love.
Go on become a stag a little livestock above.
The perfume mountains it is his voice.
Let's catch the foxes.
Me, asleep my heart awakened
Open to me my sister, my friend.
My lover is scarlet and ruby.
Where has your love gone?
He comes straight toward my love.
I pray you, daughters of Jerusalem,
The inhabitant of the gardens.
