< نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 4 >
هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ مِنْ تَحْتِ نَقَابِكِ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ رَابِضٍ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعَادَ. | ١ 1 |
Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.
أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ٱلْجَزَائِزِ ٱلصَّادِرَةِ مِنَ ٱلْغَسْلِ، ٱللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ، وَلَيْسَ فِيهِنَّ عَقِيمٌ. | ٢ 2 |
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
شَفَتَاكِ كَسِلْكَةٍ مِنَ ٱلْقِرْمِزِ، وَفَمُكِ حُلْوٌ. خَدُّكِ كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ. | ٣ 3 |
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
عُنُقُكِ كَبُرْجِ دَاوُدَ ٱلْمَبْنِيِّ لِلْأَسْلِحَةِ. أَلْفُ مِجَنٍّ عُلِّقَ عَلَيْهِ، كُلُّهَا أَتْرَاسُ ٱلْجَبَابِرَةِ. | ٤ 4 |
Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
ثَدْيَاكِ كَخِشْفَتَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ، تَوْأَمَيْنِ يَرْعَيَانِ بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ. | ٥ 5 |
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، أَذْهَبُ إِلَى جَبَلِ ٱلْمُرِّ وَإِلَى تَلِّ ٱللُّبَانِ. | ٦ 6 |
Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
كُلُّكِ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي لَيْسَ فِيكِ عَيْبَةٌ. | ٧ 7 |
You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
هَلُمِّي مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ يَا عَرُوسُ، مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ! ٱنْظُرِي مِنْ رَأْسِ أَمَانَةَ، مِنْ رَأْسِ شَنِيرَ وَحَرْمُونَ، مِنْ خُدُورِ ٱلْأُسُودِ، مِنْ جِبَالِ ٱلنُّمُورِ. | ٨ 8 |
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of leopards.
قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ. قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي بِإِحْدَى عَيْنَيْكِ، بِقَلَادَةٍ وَاحِدَةٍ مِنْ عُنُقِكِ. | ٩ 9 |
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
مَا أَحْسَنَ حُبَّكِ يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ! كَمْ مَحَبَّتُكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ! وَكَمْ رَائِحَةُ أَدْهَانِكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنْ كُلِّ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ! | ١٠ 10 |
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
شَفَتَاكِ يَا عَرُوسُ تَقْطُرَانِ شَهْدًا. تَحْتَ لِسَانِكِ عَسَلٌ وَلَبَنٌ، وَرَائِحَةُ ثِيَابِكِ كَرَائِحَةِ لُبْنَانَ. | ١١ 11 |
Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ جَنَّةٌ مُغْلَقَةٌ، عَيْنٌ مُقْفَلَةٌ، يَنْبُوعٌ مَخْتُومٌ. | ١٢ 12 |
My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
أَغْرَاسُكِ فِرْدَوْسُ رُمَّانٍ مَعَ أَثْمَارٍ نَفِيسَةٍ، فَاغِيَةٍ وَنَارِدِينٍ. | ١٣ 13 |
Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
نَارِدِينٍ وَكُرْكُمٍ. قَصَبِ ٱلذَّرِيرَةِ وَقِرْفَةٍ، مَعَ كُلِّ عُودِ ٱللُّبَانِ. مُرٌّ وَعُودٌ مَعَ كُلِّ أَنْفَسِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ. | ١٤ 14 |
Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
يَنْبُوعُ جَنَّاتٍ، بِئْرُ مِيَاهٍ حَيَّةٍ، وَسُيُولٌ مِنْ لُبْنَانَ. | ١٥ 15 |
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.
اِسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رِيحَ ٱلشَّمَالِ، وَتَعَالَيْ يَا رِيحَ ٱلْجَنُوبِ! هَبِّي عَلَى جَنَّتِي فَتَقْطُرَ أَطْيَابُهَا. لِيَأْتِ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ وَيَأْكُلْ ثَمَرَهُ ٱلنَّفِيسَ. | ١٦ 16 |
Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.