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| نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ ٱلَّذِي لِسُلَيْمَانَ: | ١ 1 |
| لِيُقَبِّلْنِي بِقُبْلَاتِ فَمِهِ، لِأَنَّ حُبَّكَ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ. | ٢ 2 |
Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
| لِرَائِحَةِ أَدْهَانِكَ ٱلطَّيِّبَةِ. ٱسْمُكَ دُهْنٌ مُهْرَاقٌ، لِذَلِكَ أَحَبَّتْكَ ٱلْعَذَارَى. | ٣ 3 |
fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
| اُجْذُبْنِي وَرَاءَكَ فَنَجْرِيَ. أَدْخَلَنِي ٱلْمَلِكُ إِلَى حِجَالِهِ. نَبْتَهِجُ وَنَفْرَحُ بِكَ. نَذْكُرُ حُبَّكَ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ. بِٱلْحَقِّ يُحِبُّونَكَ. | ٤ 4 |
Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
| أَنَا سَوْدَاءُ وَجَمِيلَةٌ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ، كَخِيَامِ قِيدَارَ، كَشُقَقِ سُلَيْمَانَ. | ٥ 5 |
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
| لَا تَنْظُرْنَ إِلَيَّ لِكَوْنِي سَوْدَاءَ، لِأَنَّ ٱلشَّمْسَ قَدْ لَوَّحَتْنِي. بَنُو أُمِّي غَضِبُوا عَلَيَّ. جَعَلُونِي نَاطُورَةَ ٱلْكُرُومِ. أَمَّا كَرْمِي فَلَمْ أَنْطُرْهُ. | ٦ 6 |
Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.
| أَخْبِرْنِي يَا مَنْ تُحِبُّهُ نَفْسِي، أَيْنَ تَرْعَى، أَيْنَ تُرْبِضُ عِنْدَ ٱلظَّهِيرَةِ. لِمَاذَا أَنَا أَكُونُ كَمُقَنَّعَةٍ عِنْدَ قُطْعَانِ أَصْحَابِكَ؟ | ٧ 7 |
Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
| إِنْ لَمْ تَعْرِفِي أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ، فَٱخْرُجِي عَلَى آثَارِ ٱلْغَنَمِ، وَٱرْعَيْ جِدَاءَكِ عِنْدَ مَسَاكِنِ ٱلرُّعَاةِ. | ٨ 8 |
Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
| لَقَدْ شَبَّهْتُكِ يَا حَبِيبَتِي بِفَرَسٍ فِي مَرْكَبَاتِ فِرْعَوْنَ. | ٩ 9 |
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
| مَا أَجْمَلَ خَدَّيْكِ بِسُمُوطٍ، وَعُنُقَكِ بِقَلَائِدَ! | ١٠ 10 |
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
| نَصْنَعُ لَكِ سَلَاسِلَ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مَعَ جُمَانٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ. | ١١ 11 |
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
| مَا دَامَ ٱلْمَلِكُ فِي مَجْلِسِهِ أَفَاحَ نَارِدِينِي رَائِحَتَهُ. | ١٢ 12 |
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
| صُرَّةُ ٱلْمُرِّ حَبِيبِي لِي. بَيْنَ ثَدْيَيَّ يَبِيتُ. | ١٣ 13 |
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
| طَاقَةُ فَاغِيَةٍ حَبِيبِي لِي فِي كُرُومِ عَيْنِ جَدْيٍ. | ١٤ 14 |
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
| هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ. عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ. | ١٥ 15 |
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
| هَا أَنْتَ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبِي وَحُلْوٌ، وَسَرِيرُنَا أَخْضَرُ. | ١٦ 16 |
Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
| جَوَائِزُ بَيْتِنَا أَرْزٌ، وَرَوَافِدُنَا سَرْوٌ. | ١٧ 17 |
Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
