< نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 7 >
مَا أَجْمَلَ رِجْلَيْكِ بِٱلنَّعْلَيْنِ يَا بِنْتَ ٱلْكَرِيمِ! دَوَائِرُ فَخْذَيْكِ مِثْلُ ٱلْحَلِيِّ، صَنْعَةِ يَدَيْ صَنَّاعٍ. | ١ 1 |
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
سُرَّتُكِ كَأْسٌ مُدَوَّرَةٌ، لَا يُعْوِزُهَا شَرَابٌ مَمْزُوجٌ. بَطْنُكِ صُبْرَةُ حِنْطَةٍ مُسَيَّجَةٌ بِٱلسَّوْسَنِ. | ٢ 2 |
Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
ثَدْيَاكِ كَخَشْفَتَيْنِ، تَوْأَمَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ. | ٣ 3 |
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
عُنُقُكِ كَبُرْجٍ مِنْ عَاجٍ. عَيْنَاكِ كَٱلْبِرَكِ فِي حَشْبُونَ عِنْدَ بَابِ بَثِّ رَبِّيمَ. أَنْفُكِ كَبُرْجِ لُبْنَانَ ٱلنَّاظِرِ تُجَاهَ دِمَشْقَ. | ٤ 4 |
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
رَأْسُكِ عَلَيْكِ مِثْلُ ٱلْكَرْمَلِ، وَشَعْرُ رَأْسِكِ كَأُرْجُوَانٍ. مَلِكٌ قَدْ أُسِرَ بِٱلْخُصَلِ. | ٥ 5 |
Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
مَا أَجْمَلَكِ وَمَا أَحْلَاكِ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْحَبِيبَةُ بِٱللَّذَّاتِ! | ٦ 6 |
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
قَامَتُكِ هَذِهِ شَبِيهَةٌ بِٱلنَّخْلَةِ، وَثَدْيَاكِ بِٱلْعَنَاقِيدِ. | ٧ 7 |
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
قُلْتُ: «إِنِّي أَصْعَدُ إِلَى ٱلنَّخْلَةِ وَأُمْسِكُ بِعُذُوقِهَا». وَتَكُونُ ثَدْيَاكِ كَعَنَاقِيدِ ٱلْكَرْمِ، وَرَائِحَةُ أَنْفِكِ كَٱلتُّفَّاحِ، | ٨ 8 |
I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
وَحَنَكُكِ كَأَجْوَدِ ٱلْخَمْرِ. لِحَبِيبِي ٱلسَّائِغَةُ ٱلْمُرَقْرِقَةُ ٱلسَّائِحَةُ عَلَى شِفَاهِ ٱلنَّائِمِينَ. | ٩ 9 |
Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي، وَإِلَيَّ ٱشْتِيَاقُهُ. | ١٠ 10 |
I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
تَعَالَ يَاحَبِيبِي لِنَخْرُجْ إِلَى ٱلْحَقْلِ، وَلْنَبِتْ فِي ٱلْقُرَى. | ١١ 11 |
Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
لِنُبَكِّرَنَّ إِلَى ٱلْكُرُومِ، لِنَنْظُرَ: هَلْ أَزْهَرَ ٱلْكَرْمُ؟ هَلْ تَفَتَّحَ ٱلْقُعَالُ؟ هَلْ نَوَّرَ ٱلرُّمَّانُ؟ هُنَالِكَ أُعْطِيكَ حُبِّي. | ١٢ 12 |
Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
اَللُّفَّاحُ يَفُوحُ رَائِحَةً، وَعِنْدَ أَبْوَابِنَا كُلُّ ٱلنَّفَائِسِ مِنْ جَدِيدَةٍ وَقَدِيمَةٍ، ذَخَرْتُهَا لَكَ يَاحَبِيبِي. | ١٣ 13 |
The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.