Who is this woman who is looking at me
I will not have her look at me
Wherefore doth she look at me with her golden eyes
under her golden eyelids
I know not who she is
Bid her be gone
It is not to her that I would speak
I am Salome daughter of Herodias
Princess of Judea
Back daughter of Babylon!
Come not near the chosen...
How beautiful is the Princess Salome tonight
Look at the moon
How strange the moon seems
She is like a woman rising from a tomb
Rejoice not thou land of Palestine
Because the rod of him
Who struck thee is broken
Thy hair is like a cluster of grapes
like the cluster of black grapes
that hang from the vines of Edom
How beautiful is the Princess Salome this evening
It is thy hair that I am enamored
Jokanaan
Thy hair is like a cluster of grapes
like the cluster of black grapes
that hang from the vines of Edom.
Never!
I will kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan
I will kiss thy mouth
Princess, thou art like a garden of myrrh
Thou art the dove of all doves
Look not at this man
Do not speak such words to him
I cannot suffer them
I will kiss...
Let me kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan
Cursed be thou...
Daughter of an incestuous mother
be thou accursed
Let me kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan
I will not look at thee
Thou art accursed, Salome, thou are accursed
Thou art accursed
I would that they presently bring me
on a silver platter
Surely yes, on a silver platter
What is it you would have on a silver platter
Salome, you are who are fairer
than all the daughters of Judea
Whatsoever it may be, they shall give it to you
What is it, Salome?
The head of Jokanaan No!
Ah! That is well said my daughter
That is well said
The head of Jokanaan
No!
Ah! That is well said, my daughter.
Who has taken my ring?
There was a ring in my right hand
Who has drunk my wine?
There was wine in my cup
It was full of wine Someone has drunk it
I am sure some misfortune will happen
There is no sound.
I hear nothing
Why does he not cry out, this man?
Ah! If any man sought to kill me,
I would cry out, I would struggle.
I would not suffer...
Strike, Naaman, strike, I tell you...
Ah! Thou wouldst not suffer me to kiss...
thy mouth, Jokanaan!
Well, I will kiss it now.
I will bite it with my teeth...
with my teeth
as one bites a ripe fruit.
My daughter has done well
She is monstrous, thy daughter.
She is altogether monstrous!
I approve of what my daughter has done.
And I will stay here now.
Ah, there speaks the incestuous wife!
Come! I will not stay here
Come! I tell thee.
Surely some terrible thing will befall.