< نَشِيد الأنشاد 2 >
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَنَا وَرْدَةُ شَارُونَ، سُوسَنَةُ الأَوْدِيَةِ. | ١ 1 |
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
(المُحِبُّ): كَسُوسَنَةٍ بَيْنَ أَشْوَاكٍ، هَكَذَا حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ الْبَنَاتِ. | ٢ 2 |
As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ الْفِتْيَانِ كَشَجَرَةِ تُفَّاحٍ بَيْنَ أَشْجَارِ الْوَعْرِ، تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ اشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرُهُ حُلْوٌ لِحَلْقِي. | ٣ 3 |
As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
أَتَى بِي إِلَى قَاعَةِ احْتِفَالِهِ، وَرَايَتُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ. | ٤ 4 |
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ الزَّبِيبِ، أَنْعِشُونِي بِالتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً. | ٥ 5 |
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. | ٦ 6 |
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِظِبَاءِ الصَّحْرَاءِ وَأَيَائِلِهَا أَلّا تُوْقِظْنَ أَوْ تُنَبِّهْنَ حَبِيبِي حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. | ٧ 7 |
I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
هَذَا صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي! هَا هُوَ آتٍ طَافِراً عَلَى الْجِبَالِ وَاثِباً فَوْقَ التِّلالِ. | ٨ 8 |
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
حَبِيبِي كَظَبْيٍ أَوْ كَالأُيَّلِ الْفَتِيِّ. هَا هُوَ وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ جِدَارِنَا يَرْنُو مِنَ الْكُوَى وَيَسْتَرِقُ النَّظَرَ مِنْ خِلالِ النَّوَافِذِ الْمُشَبَّكَةِ. | ٩ 9 |
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
خَاطَبَنِي حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ: انْهَضِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ مَعِي، | ١٠ 10 |
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
فَهَا الشِّتَاءُ قَدِ انْقَضَى، وَكَفَّ الْمَطَرُ وَزَالَ. | ١١ 11 |
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
وَأَزْهَرَتِ الأَرْضُ، وَحَلَّ مَوْسِمُ التَّغْريِدِ، وَتَرَدَّدَ هَدِيلُ الْيَمَامِ فِي أَرْضِنَا. | ١٢ 12 |
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
قَدْ أَنْبَتَتِ التِّينَةُ فِجَّهَا، وَنَشَرَتِ الْكُرُومُ الْمُزْهِرَةُ عَبِيرَهَا، فَانْهَضِي يَا حَبِيبَتِيِ يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ. | ١٣ 13 |
The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
(المُحِبُّ): يَا حَمَامَتِي الْمُحْتَمِيَةَ بِشُقُوقِ الصَّخْرِ وَمَخَابِئِ الْجِبَالِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ وَأَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ عَذْبٌ وَمُحَيَّاكِ رَائِعٌ. | ١٤ 14 |
[Thou art] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
اقْتَنِصُوا لَنَا الثَّعَالِبَ الصِّغَارَ الَّتِي تُتْلِفُ الْكُرُومَ، فَإِنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَزْهَرَتْ. | ١٥ 15 |
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ، هُوَ يَرْعَى قَطِيعَهُ بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ. | ١٦ 16 |
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
إِلَى أَنْ يَطْلَعَ النَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ الظِّلالُ، ارْجِعْ يَا حَبِيبِي وَكُنْ كَالظَّبْيِ أَوِ الأُيَّلِ الْفَتِيِّ عَلَى جِبَالِ الأَطْيَابِ. | ١٧ 17 |
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.