Текст и перевод песни Avraham Tal - שושנים

שושנים

אָנָה הָלַךְ דּוֹדֵךְ, הַיָּפָה בַּנָּשִׁים;
אָנָה פָּנָה דוֹדֵךְ, וּנְבַקְשֶׁנּוּ עִמָּךְ.
דּוֹדִי יָרַד לְגַנּוֹ, לַעֲרֻגוֹת הַבֹּשֶׂם לִרְעוֹת,
בַּגַּנִּים, וְלִלְקֹט, שׁוֹשַׁנִּים.
אֲנִי לְדוֹדִי וְדוֹדִי לִי, הָרֹעֶה בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּים.
אֲנִי לְדוֹדִי וְדוֹדִי לִי, הָרֹעֶה בַּשּׁוֹשַׁנִּים.
יָפָה אַתְּ רַעְיָתִי כְּתִרְצָה, נָאוָה כִּירוּשָׁלִָם;
אֲיֻמָּה, כַּנִּדְגָּלוֹת.
הָסֵבִּי עֵינַיִךְ מִנֶּגְדִּי, שֶׁהֵם הִרְהִיבֻנִי;
שַׂעְרֵךְ כְּעֵדֶר הָעִזִּים, שֶׁגָּלְשׁוּ מִן-הַגִּלְעָד.
שִׁנַּיִךְ כְּעֵדֶר הָרְחֵלִים, שֶׁעָלוּ מִן-הָרַחְצָה:
שֶׁכֻּלָּם, מַתְאִימוֹת, וְשַׁכֻּלָה, אֵין בָּהֶם.
כְּפֶלַח הָרִמּוֹן רַקָּתֵךְ, מִבַּעַד לְצַמָּתֵךְ.
שִׁשִּׁים הֵמָּה מְלָכוֹת, וּשְׁמֹנִים פִּילַגְשִׁים;
וַעֲלָמוֹת, אֵין מִסְפָּר.
אַחַת הִיא, יוֹנָתִי תַמָּתִי- אַחַת הִיא לְאִמָּהּ,
בָּרָה הִיא לְיוֹלַדְתָּהּ;
רָאוּהָ בָנוֹת וַיְאַשְּׁרוּהָ, מְלָכוֹת וּפִילַגְשִׁים וַיְהַלְלוּהָ.
מִי-זֹאת הַנִּשְׁקָפָה, כְּמוֹ-שָׁחַר:
יָפָה כַלְּבָנָה, בָּרָה כַּחַמָּה-אֲיֻמָּה, כַּנִּדְגָּלוֹת.
אֶל-גִּנַּת אֱגוֹז יָרַדְתִּי, לִרְאוֹת בְּאִבֵּי הַנָּחַל;
לִרְאוֹת הֲפָרְחָה הַגֶּפֶן, הֵנֵצוּ הָרִמֹּנִים.
אֶל-גִּנַּת אֱגוֹז יָרַדְתִּי, לִרְאוֹת בְּאִבֵּי הַנָּחַל;
לִרְאוֹת הֲפָרְחָה הַגֶּפֶן, הֵנֵצוּ הָרִמֹּנִים.
אֶל-גִּנַּת אֱגוֹז יָרַדְתִּי, לִרְאוֹת בְּאִבֵּי הַנָּחַל;
לִרְאוֹת הֲפָרְחָה הַגֶּפֶן, הֵנֵצוּ הָרִמֹּנִים.
אֶל-גִּנַּת אֱגוֹז יָרַדְתִּי, לִרְאוֹת בְּאִבֵּי הַנָּחַל;
לִרְאוֹת הֲפָרְחָה הַגֶּפֶן, הֵנֵצוּ הָרִמֹּנִים.
אֶל-גִּנַּת אֱגוֹז יָרַדְתִּי, לִרְאוֹת בְּאִבֵּי הַנָּחַל;
לִרְאוֹת הֲפָרְחָה הַגֶּפֶן, הֵנֵצוּ הָרִמֹּנִים.
לֹא יָדַעְתִּי -נַפְשִׁי שָׂמַתְנִי, מַרְכְּבוֹת עַמִּי נָדִיב.

Roses

Where has your beloved gone, O fairest of women?
Which way has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze,
In the gardens, and to gather roses.
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, who grazes among the roses.
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, who grazes among the roses.
You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners.
Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me;
Your hair is like a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up from the washing:
All of which are paired, and not one of them is missing.
Like a piece of pomegranate is your temple, behind your veil.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines,
And maidens without number.
My dove, my perfect one, is but one, she is the only one of her mother,
She is the choice one of her who bore her;
The daughters saw her and called her blessed, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Who is this who looks forth like the dawn?
Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as an army with banners.
I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the fresh growth in the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the fresh growth in the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the fresh growth in the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the fresh growth in the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the fresh growth in the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
I did not know—my soul set me—as the chariots of my noble people.