< نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 8 >
لَيْتَكَ كَأَخٍ لِي ٱلرَّاضِعِ ثَدْيَيْ أُمِّي، فَأَجِدَكَ فِي ٱلْخَارِجِ وَأُقَبِّلَكَ وَلَا يُخْزُونَنِي. | ١ 1 |
Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me.
وَأَقُودُكَ وَأَدْخُلُ بِكَ بَيْتَ أُمِّي، وَهِيَ تُعَلِّمُنِي، فَأَسْقِيكَ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ ٱلْمَمْزُوجَةِ مِنْ سُلَافِ رُمَّانِي. | ٢ 2 |
I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. | ٣ 3 |
His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.
أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ أَلَّا تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلَا تُنَبِّهْنَ ٱلْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. | ٤ 4 |
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ...Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please?
مَنْ هَذِهِ ٱلطَّالِعَةُ مِنَ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ مُسْتَنِدَةً عَلَى حَبِيبِهَا؟ تَحْتَ شَجَرَةِ ٱلتُّفَّاحِ شَوَّقْتُكَ، هُنَاكَ خَطَبَتْ لَكَ أُمُّكَ، هُنَاكَ خَطَبَتْ لَكَ وَالِدَتُكَ. | ٥ 5 |
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee.
اِجْعَلْنِي كَخَاتِمٍ عَلَى قَلْبِكَ، كَخَاتِمٍ عَلَى سَاعِدِكَ. لِأَنَّ ٱلْمَحَبَّةَ قَوِيَّةٌ كَٱلْمَوْتِ. ٱلْغَيْرَةُ قَاسِيَةٌ كَٱلْهَاوِيَةِ. لَهِيبُهَا لَهِيبُ نَارِ لَظَى ٱلرَّبِّ. (Sheol ) | ٦ 6 |
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah. (Sheol )
مِيَاهٌ كَثِيرَةٌ لَا تَسْتَطِيعُ أَنْ تُطْفِئَ ٱلْمَحَبَّةَ، وَٱلسُّيُولُ لَا تَغْمُرُهَا. إِنْ أَعْطَى ٱلْإِنْسَانُ كُلَّ ثَرْوَةِ بَيْتِهِ بَدَلَ ٱلْمَحَبَّةِ، تُحْتَقَرُ ٱحْتِقَارًا. | ٧ 7 |
Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.
لَنَا أُخْتٌ صَغِيرَةٌ لَيْسَ لَهَا ثَدْيَانِ. فَمَاذَا نَصْنَعُ لِأُخْتِنَا فِي يَوْمٍ تُخْطَبُ؟ | ٨ 8 |
We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? —
إِنْ تَكُنْ سُورًا فَنَبْنِي عَلَيْهَا بُرْجَ فِضَّةٍ. وَإِنْ تَكُنْ بَابًا فَنَحْصُرُهَا بِأَلْوَاحِ أَرْزٍ. | ٩ 9 |
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
أَنَا سُورٌ وَثَدْيَايَ كَبُرْجَيْنِ. حِينَئِذٍ كُنْتُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَوَاجِدَةٍ سَلَامَةً. | ١٠ 10 |
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
كَانَ لِسُلَيْمَانَ كَرْمٌ فِي بَعْلَ هَامُونَ. دَفَعَ ٱلْكَرْمَ إِلَى نَوَاطِيرَ، كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ يُؤَدِّي عَنْ ثَمَرِهِ أَلْفًا مِنَ ٱلْفِضَّةِ. | ١١ 11 |
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.
كَرْمِي ٱلَّذِي لِي هُوَ أَمَامِي. ٱلْأَلْفُ لَكَ يَا سُلَيْمَانُ، وَمِئَتَانِ لِنَوَاطِيرِ ٱلثَّمَرِ. | ١٢ 12 |
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.
أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَالِسَةُ فِي ٱلْجَنَّاتِ، ٱلْأَصْحَابُ يَسْمَعُونَ صَوْتَكِ، فَأَسْمِعِينِي. | ١٣ 13 |
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it].
اُهْرُبْ يَا حَبِيبِي، وَكُنْ كَٱلظَّبْيِ أَوْ كَغُفْرِ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ عَلَى جِبَالِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ. | ١٤ 14 |
Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.