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Lovers Reunited at Their Country Home
Oh, that you were like my brother,
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!
If I should find you outside,
I would kiss you;
I would not be despised.
Oh, that you were like my brother,
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!
If I should find you outside,
I would kiss you;
I would not be despised.
„О, коли б ти мені був за брата, що пе́рса ссав в нені моєї, коли б стріла тебе я на вулиці, цілувала б тебе,— і ніхто мені не докоря́в би!
I would lead you and bring you
Into the house of my mother,
She who used to instruct me.
I would cause you to drink of spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.
Into the house of my mother,
She who used to instruct me.
I would cause you to drink of spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.
Повела́ б я тебе й привела́ б у дім нені своєї: ти навчав би мене, я б тебе напоїла вином запашни́м, со́ком грана́тових яблук своїх!
(To the Daughters of Jerusalem)
His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
Ліва рука його — під головою моєю, прави́ця ж його — пригорта́є мене!
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.
Заклинаю я вас, дочки єрусалимські, — нащо б споло́хали, й нащо б збудили любови, аж доки йому до вподо́би!“
Love Renewed in Lebanon
A Relative
Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?
I awakened you under the apple tree.
There your mother brought you forth;
There she who bore you brought you forth.
A Relative
Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?
I awakened you under the apple tree.
There your mother brought you forth;
There she who bore you brought you forth.
„Хто вона, що вихо́дить із пустині, спира́ючися на свого коханого? Під яблунею я збуди́ла тебе, — там повила́ тебе мати твоя, там тебе повила́ твоя породи́телька!“
„Поклади ти мене, як печатку на серце своє, як печать на раме́но своє, бо сильна любов, як смерть, за́здрощі неперемо́жні, немов той шео́л, — його жар — жар огню, воно по́лум'я Господа!
Many waters cannot quench love,
Nor can the floods drown it.
If a man would give for love
All the wealth of his house,
It would be utterly despised.
Nor can the floods drown it.
If a man would give for love
All the wealth of his house,
It would be utterly despised.
Во́ди великі не зможуть згаси́ти коха́ння, ані рі́ки його не заллю́ть! Коли б хто давав за любов маєток увесь свого дому, то ним погорди́ли б зовсі́м!“
The Shulamite’s Brothers
We have a little sister,
And she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
In the day when she is spoken for?
We have a little sister,
And she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
In the day when she is spoken for?
„Є сестра в нас мала, й перс у неї нема ще. Що зробимо нашій сестри́чці в той день, коли сва́тати бу́дуть її? —
If she is a wall,
We will build upon her
A battlement of silver;
And if she is a door,
We will enclose her
With boards of cedar.
We will build upon her
A battlement of silver;
And if she is a door,
We will enclose her
With boards of cedar.
Якщо вона мур, — заборо́ло із срібла збудуємо на ній, а якщо вона двері — обкладе́мо кедро́вою до́шкою їх“.
The Shulamite
I am a wall,
And my breasts like towers;
Then I became in his eyes
As one who found peace.
I am a wall,
And my breasts like towers;
Then I became in his eyes
As one who found peace.
„Я мур, мої ж пе́рса — як ба́шти, — тоді я була́ в його о́чах мов та, яка спо́кій прова́дить“.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon;
He leased the vineyard to keepers;
Everyone was to bring for its fruit
A thousand silver coins.
He leased the vineyard to keepers;
Everyone was to bring for its fruit
A thousand silver coins.
„Виноградинка мав Соломон у Баал-Гамо́ні, виноградника він віддава́в сторожа́м, — щоб кожен прино́сив за плід його тисячу срі́бла.
(To Solomon)
My own vineyard is before me.
You, O Solomon, may have a thousand,
And those who tend its fruit two hundred.
My own vineyard is before me.
You, O Solomon, may have a thousand,
And those who tend its fruit two hundred.
Але мій виногра́дник, що маю його, при мені! Тобі, Соломо́не, хай буде та тисяча, а сторожа́м його пло́ду — дві сотні!
The Beloved
You who dwell in the gardens,
The companions listen for your voice —
Let me hear it!
You who dwell in the gardens,
The companions listen for your voice —
Let me hear it!
О ти, що сидиш у садка́х, — друзі твої прислуха́ються до твого голосу: дай почути його і мені!“