This book is not a translation for Song of Songs.
It is a free interpretation of the
famous biblical Poem.
SONG I
The
Bride
Your kisses cover me like the sun.
Your love is sweeter than honey.
Your name is perfume and sweet savor.
Would a woman dislike my Love and
Savior?
Bind me in the cords of your lace.
You´re my King, bring me to your
palace.
Our hearts sing of happiness.
Wonder not all women their love
express.
I am dark, indeed, but nice.
Pretty as the curtains in lines.
Don´t look over my skin in brown.
The sun made me so like the ground.
For my brothers I worked other
vine.
Couldn´t I care for my own.
My Love brazed himself in agony.
For love he left his home in glory.
Say me, where you assist your
sheep,
Where you refresh them from the heat.
In raging waters I will never look,
In dreaming pastures too lack of
food.
The
Bridegroom
O, the more beautiful among the
women!
Go straight way to my blessed
flock.
There you´ll see the cabins of
wooden.
There you´ll nurse my lambs in a
rock.
Your eyes, my Love, look so pretty.
You´re more precious than all in
life.
Nice is your face between the ears.
Nice your neck, the pearls inside.
Women
of Jerusalem
Adorns of silver, gold in your ears
Shouldn´t make your heart dearest!
The
Bride
My Love doesn’t sleep, but glance,
Remembering my sweet fragrance.
My Darling is perfume of jasmine,
Among the flowers of my garden.
The
Bridegroom
How beautiful you are, my Beloved!
O, how you´re amazing and nice!
Your eyes, like the eyes of a dove,
In face lighting your life.
The Bride
How loving you are, my Lord!
O, how you are beloved!
Our bed is the green of grass.
Our flor from cedar like glass.
In Sharon, I´m just a rose.
Why do you look at me this way?
A lily among the lilies in the valley.
Who am I that you face me so close?
The
Bridegroom
As a lily among the thorns,
So is my darling inside storms.
Sleep in peace in your home,
Inside battles and stones.
The
Bride
Like the pomes in the forest,
Is my Beloved among persons.
Nice to sit on for rest,
Tasting the fruits of the seasons.
He brought me to the throne,
Where he stood my flag of love.
With figs, restored my strain.
With apples, he quenches my pain.
I´m suffering because my passion.
His left hand my body embraces.
With the right, he caress my face
His love has no comparison.
Women of Jerusalem swear,
You´ll never awake our love
Until by itself it cares,
To know what is it, like a dove.
SONG II
The Bride
I can
hear my Darling´s voice.
There is
he, running over the hills.
He is
coming by the valleys,
To nurse
me and nourish my force.
He is
looking by the window,
Trying
to see me at a distance.
More
than everything he wants
To talk
to me in his elegance.
The Bridegroom
Then,
come, my Love.
Winter
has gone, rains cease.
In the
garden, it rains cloves.
The doves´song
is a feast.
They reap figs by the country.
In the vines perfumes smelt.
Very soon, come on, my pritty,
Bringing your smile for belt.
You are a hired dove,
Among the clips of rocks.
Let me see your brilliant face,
To hear so marvelous voice.
Catch for me the foxes,
Before they eat our grapes,
And our vine to nourish
Be left loose from taste.
The
Bride
I´m my Love´s and my Love is mine.
Among the lilies he keeps his
sheep.
Come quickly to my arms
Before the sun sleeps.
SONG III
The Bride
I couldn´t sleep, one
night
By my side, I didn´t see my Love.
I ran to the streets before the day light,
Trying to see him like a spot.
I asked the guards for help.
No one could relieve myself.
Then I saw him in despair,
Awaking from my nightmare.
My dream scared me a lot,
For fear of missing my Love.
Glad to know had been a dream,
I came back to his arms of steam.
Women of Jerusalem.
Swear you don´t awake my Love
Until he awakes by God.
Who is running from desert places,
Like columns of fires,
Incense and myrrh in mines,
Refreshing my people´s faces?
Carried on by singers,
Upon his throne comes my Winner.
Victorious in every war,
Justice and love is his law.
Women of Jerusalem,
It is time for joy.
Come to see the Lord,
In wedding crown of glory.
SONG IV
The Bridegroom
How pretty is my Bride!
How brilliant her eyes behind the veil!
Her teeth, like sheep in bright,
Like her dress before handsome tail.
Her lips, scarlet feathers of art,
How nice they are when speak!
Her eyes shine in contrast
With the custom in silk.
Her neck smooth and turn,
Collar of thousand pearls embrace.
Her breaths, like twin doves,
Nourished by lilies of the lakes.
I´ll stay in the mount of myrrh and fume.
I´ll stay in the mount of incense of tune.
Until the dew of the day fall over green,
And the immense dark can´t be seen.
How great, my Love, your view!
How amazing your beauty.
Let us come down from the mountains.
Let us help those in the plains.
Your look, sweet heart of Bride,
The collar you wear, have robbed my heart.
Your love delights me, sweet heart of Bride.
Your love and perfume, nothing is alike.
Your lips, beloved, taste the honey.
Your tongue tastes me honey and milk.
Your dresses have the Lebanon smelt,
Under the shade of my garden.
My Sweet heart, my dear,
It´s a garden circled by living plants.
Beautiful fountain of fruitful pomes,
Sweet pomegranates are near.
Tasteful spices never fault.
Every kind of smelt in your garden.
Myrrh and aloe, the smelties grow up.
Cristal fountains refresh you everlasting.
The Bride
North wend, south wend, come soon.
The air in fragrance fill up,
Until you enter your garden of moon
And eat from your fruit of time.
I´m preparing the best aromas in the country.
Very cold or summer wends, come in.
Tasteful fruits he is going to reap in me,
His Church,
his Wife, his Garden.
The Bridegroom
I´m already in my garden, sweet Wife.
I´m reaping my clove and my myrrh.
I´m tasting my comb and my honey.
I´m drinking my milk and my wine
Women of Jerusalem
Eat and drink, Beloved,
Until you´ll be satisfied.
SONG V
The Bride
While I slept, my heart watched.
My Beloved knocked and called.
The Bridegroom
May I come in, my Love,
My heart, my sweet dove?
My head is wet of dew,
My hairs withe of snow.
The Bride
I´m already addressed for sleep.
Why should I vest myself again?
I have just washed my feet.
Shouldn´t I dust them in vain?
Once more, my Beloved nocked.
His presence let me astonished.
With my hands wet in myrrh,
I was ready to let him come in.
Putting my hand to the key,
To my Love I opened the door.
I heard nothing but my tears.
He was seen no more.
I looked for him everywhere.
I cried out, no answer.
They tore up my dress.
The guards slashed my back.
Women of Jerusalem, promise me.
If you find my Beloved by chance,
Say him I felt in love and faint.
Women of Jerusalem
O, the prettiest among women.
Is your Love the best of the men?
What in him is so precious,
That we make you a promise?
The Bride
My Love is pretty and strong.
Among ten thousand, he is one.
His face is tender and stone.
His hairs, black like the coal.
His eyes are calm and shiny,
His heart, as pigeons in rivers,
Washed in springs of milk,
Profound like the universe.
His face is amazing like a garden,
Plane of herbs and tender flowers.
His lips, like lilies wet in myrrh.
His arms embraced by ivory rings.
His body is an ivory encrusted of sapphire.
His legs, columns of alabaster bathed in gold.
He is majestic as the mounts of Lebanon so high.
Where the cedars exhale the myrrh in cold.
His mouth brings the sweet of a kiss.
All in him is enchant and beauty.
That is how I compare and see,
Women of my dear city
There is no word to express love.
Nobody can define his for someone.
It is enough to say, This is my Love.
I´m his Church, his Bride and say, Come on.
Women of Jerusalem
O, the more beautiful of the queens.
Where in the world your Beloved is seen?
What is the road your Lord walks?
Can´t you tell us what is his north?
The Bride
He went to the garden among the rivers,
Where the fragrant trees are born.
He nurses the flock and reaps the lilies.
My Love is mine and I belong my Love.
SONG VI
The Bridegroom
Dear, you are beautiful
as Zion,
In Jerusalem, like the tender
pigeon.
Drive your eyes from me
other way.
They make me feel dark a
day.
Your hair dances as a lot
of rams,
Descending Gilead´s hills without pain.
Your teeth, withe as a flock of sheep,
Just bathed in water of a stream.
Behind her veil, her face shines.
Tender like a dove, only her much I like.
One daughter from mama, applaud the women.
All the women under sky and heaven.
Who is that, whose look is like the noon,
Clear as the sun, fascinate as the moon?
I came down to see the plaints in low places.
But I fell in love for her and her face.
She´s morning appearing after dawns!
Moon that beauties valleys and mountains!
She´s sun that acquaints cold and dark world!
Army that sing after fightings and battles!
As morning from the dark inside,
As the moon shining the gloom sky,
As the sun in days of darken airs,
So my darling is winner in wars.
Women of Jerusalem
Dance, dance, Shulamite.
Your dance enchants our site.
The Bride
Why do you want to see me under light?
I am nothing more than a Shulamite.
The Bridegroom
How nice you are, my dear!
Pretty your feet under shoes!
Your waist, a work of art!
Your belly button, an unbroken cup.
As twin of pigeons, your
breasts.
Your neck, ivory tower.
Your eyes, brilliant like
water´s surface.
Your noose, endless perfume
flower.
Your head, Mount Carmelo in
height.
Your hairs, like purpura, so smooth,
They bound King´s eyes by impulse,
Behind her eyes, handsome in sight.
How elegant you are, my dear!
Your love, complete in power.
Gracious as the higher palm tree.
Your breasts, clusters in flower.
I´ll climb to the palm and reap your fruit.
Your breast are clusters of wine and juice.
Your breath has the smelt of the flowers.
Your mouth brings words of power.
The Bride
May the liquor be tasted by my King.
Let it run to his lips and teeth.
I am a slave of Love, and pleased,
His are My witches and I´ll love him.
You may rest in him, o my soul!
You´re already free from the serpent!
In my Love your calm you know.
Call your friends to wedding, urgent.
Come on, dear, to villages and cities.
Let´s get up early and see the streets.
Pomegranates are open in fruits.
There I´ll give you my love and juices.
There you can feel the smelt of flowers.
The sweetest fruits are all at door.
I have save you the better of the savors.
Old or new, they will fail no more.
O, that you were a skin, my Dove!
Nourished in a breast and care.
Content, I should kiss you in squares.
In home, you should teach me to love.
I should give you the juice of grape
And the tasteful liquor of pomes.
You should rug me without gloves
And should caress my face.
O, women of Jerusalem and outside!
Don´t awake my love, my passion,
Until the time it alone decides,
And opens like a flower in button.
Tell that love riches and poor.
Say love like that will be no more.
Preach that love, but never implore.
Free is heart to love the Lord.
SONG VII
Women of Jerusalem
Who is that coming from desert in braze,
Side by side with her Love embraced?
The Bride
In your mother´s home I
knew happiness.
Bound my heart, embrace
my waist.
Love, o, love is strong
as death
And passion, severe like
the grave.
Our love sparks as leaves in waves.
It bursts like the fire in flames.
Much waters don´t quench the warmth.
Even the rivers can´t swallow our love.
The Bride´s Brothers
We have a young sister.
She isn´t formed and
mature.
What good will we make
our dear,
If a man falls in love
with her?
The Bride
Don´t care for me, my brothers.
I´m a wall of silver and an ivory gate.
I´ve found my Prince long waited.
Forever we´ll enjoy our love together.
The Bridegroom
I have a famous and beautiful vine.
It is rent for many friends.
Each one, a thousand of silver coins.
You´re my vine and you´ll be always mine.
From my vine, I want to listen you, my dear.
As well, my friends want to hear your voice.
The Bride
Come on, Beloved,
amazing like a bird.
As lambs by hills of
smelt and joy.
The Bridegroom
How beautiful you are, my Bride!
How pretty is your love!
Put on your veil of bright
For the coming back of your Lord!
The Bride
Come soon, dear Lord!
Come to receive your Bride!
Shine the New Dawn bright.
Copyright of Eimaldo Alves Vieira
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Other books suggested: Song of Songs and Romeo and Juliet.
and help to make the Bride more beautiful and the Bridegroom more glorious.
Other books suggested: Song of Songs and Romeo and Juliet.
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