نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 2
| أَنَا نَرْجِسُ شَارُونَ، سَوْسَنَةُ ٱلْأَوْدِيَةِ. | ١ 1 |
I AM a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
| كَٱلسَّوْسَنَةِ بَيْنَ ٱلشَّوْكِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ ٱلْبَنَاتِ. | ٢ 2 |
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
| كَٱلتُّفَّاحِ بَيْنَ شَجَرِ ٱلْوَعْرِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ ٱلْبَنِينَ. تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ ٱشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرَتُهُ حُلْوَةٌ لِحَلْقِي. | ٣ 3 |
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
| أَدْخَلَنِي إِلَى بَيْتِ ٱلْخَمْرِ، وَعَلَمُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ. | ٤ 4 |
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
| أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ ٱلزَّبِيبِ. أَنْعِشُونِي بِٱلتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا. | ٥ 5 |
Stay ye me with raisins, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
| شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. | ٦ 6 |
His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
| أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِٱلظِّبَاءِ وَبِأَيَائِلِ ٱلْحُقُولِ، أَلَّا تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلَا تُنَبِّهْنَ ٱلْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. | ٧ 7 |
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.
| صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي. هُوَذَا آتٍ طَافِرًا عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ، قَافِزًا عَلَى ٱلتِّلَالِ. | ٨ 8 |
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
| حَبِيبِي هُوَ شَبِيهٌ بِٱلظَّبْيِ أَوْ بِغُفْرِ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ. هُوَذَا وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ حَائِطِنَا، يَتَطَلَّعُ مِنَ ٱلْكُوَى، يُوَصْوِصُ مِنَ ٱلشَّبَابِيكِ. | ٩ 9 |
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in at the windows, he sheweth himself through the lattice.
| أَجَابَ حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ لِي: «قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَاجَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ. | ١٠ 10 |
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
| لِأَنَّ ٱلشِّتَاءَ قَدْ مَضَى، وَٱلْمَطَرَ مَرَّ وَزَالَ. | ١١ 11 |
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
| ٱلزُّهُورُ ظَهَرَتْ فِي ٱلْأَرْضِ. بَلَغَ أَوَانُ ٱلْقَضْبِ، وَصَوْتُ ٱلْيَمَامَةِ سُمِعَ فِي أَرْضِنَا. | ١٢ 12 |
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
| ٱلتِّينَةُ أَخْرَجَتْ فِجَّهَا، وَقُعَالُ ٱلْكُرُومِ تُفِيحُ رَائِحَتَهَا. قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ. | ١٣ 13 |
The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, and the vines are in blossom, they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
| يَا حَمَامَتِي فِي مَحَاجِئِ ٱلصَّخْرِ، فِي سِتْرِ ٱلْمَعَاقِلِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ، أَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لِأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ لَطِيفٌ وَوَجْهَكِ جَمِيلٌ. | ١٤ 14 |
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice: for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
| خُذُوا لَنَا ٱلثَّعَالِبَ، ٱلثَّعَالِبَ ٱلصِّغَارَ ٱلْمُفْسِدَةَ ٱلْكُرُومِ، لِأَنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَقْعَلَتْ. | ١٥ 15 |
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
| حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ. ٱلرَّاعِي بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ. | ١٦ 16 |
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
| إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، ٱرْجِعْ وَأَشْبِهْ يَا حَبِيبِي ٱلظَّبْيَ أَوْ غُفْرَ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ ٱلْمُشَعَّبَةِ. | ١٧ 17 |
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
