1 “ He entrado en mi huerto, hermana mía, esposa mía; He recogido mi mirra con mi bálsamo. He comido mi panal y mi miel; He bebido mi vino y mi leche. Coman, amigos; Beban y embriáguense, oh amados.” El Tormento de la Separación LA ESPOSA:

I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

2 “ Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba, ¡Una voz! ¡Mi amado toca a la puerta! ‘Abreme, hermana mía, amada mía, Paloma mía, perfecta mía, Pues mi cabeza está empapada de rocío, Mis cabellos empapados de la humedad de la noche.’

I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

3 M e he quitado la ropa, ¿Cómo he de vestirme de nuevo ? Me he lavado los pies, ¿Cómo he de ensuciarlos de nuevo ?

I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

4 M i amado metió su mano por la abertura de la puerta, Y se estremecieron por él mis entrañas.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.

5 Y o me levanté para abrir a mi amado; Y mis manos destilaron mirra, Y mis dedos mirra líquida, Sobre las manecillas de la cerradura.

I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.

6 A brí yo a mi amado, Pero mi amado se había retirado, se había ido. Tras su hablar salió mi alma. Lo busqué, y no lo hallé; Lo llamé, y no me respondió.

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7 M e hallaron los guardas que rondan la ciudad, Me golpearon y me hirieron; Me quitaron de encima mi chal los guardas de las murallas.

The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

8 Y o les ruego, oh hijas de Jerusalén, Si encuentran a mi amado, ¿Qué le han de decir?: Que estoy enferma de amor.” EL CORO:

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

9 “ ¿Qué clase de amado es tu amado, Oh la más hermosa de las mujeres ? ¿Qué clase de amado es tu amado, Que así nos ruegas?” LA ESPOSA:

What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?

10 “ Mi amado es apuesto y sonrosado, Distinguido entre diez mil.

My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

11 S u cabeza es como oro, oro puro, Sus cabellos, como racimos de dátiles, Negros como el cuervo.

His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

12 S us ojos son como palomas Junto a corrientes de agua, Bañados en leche, Colocados en su engaste.

His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set.

13 S us mejillas, como eras de bálsamo, Como riberas de hierbas aromáticas; Sus labios son lirios Que destilan mirra líquida.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

14 S us manos son barras de oro Engastadas de berilo; Su vientre es marfil tallado Recubierto de zafiros.

His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

15 S us piernas son columnas de alabastro Asentadas sobre basas de oro puro; Su aspecto es como el Líbano, Gallardo como los cedros.

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

16 S u paladar es dulcísimo, Y todo él, deseable. Este es mi amado y éste es mi amigo, Hijas de Jerusalén.”

His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.