< نَشِيد الأنشاد 2 >

(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَنَا وَرْدَةُ شَارُونَ، سُوسَنَةُ الأَوْدِيَةِ. ١ 1
As a lily among the thorns,
(المُحِبُّ): كَسُوسَنَةٍ بَيْنَ أَشْوَاكٍ، هَكَذَا حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ الْبَنَاتِ. ٢ 2
So [is] my friend among the daughters!
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ الْفِتْيَانِ كَشَجَرَةِ تُفَّاحٍ بَيْنَ أَشْجَارِ الْوَعْرِ، تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ اشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرُهُ حُلْوٌ لِحَلْقِي. ٣ 3
As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
أَتَى بِي إِلَى قَاعَةِ احْتِفَالِهِ، وَرَايَتُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ. ٤ 4
He has brought me to a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ الزَّبِيبِ، أَنْعِشُونِي بِالتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً. ٥ 5
Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.
شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. ٦ 6
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِظِبَاءِ الصَّحْرَاءِ وَأَيَائِلِهَا أَلّا تُوْقِظْنَ أَوْ تُنَبِّهْنَ حَبِيبِي حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. ٧ 7
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
هَذَا صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي! هَا هُوَ آتٍ طَافِراً عَلَى الْجِبَالِ وَاثِباً فَوْقَ التِّلالِ. ٨ 8
The voice of my beloved! Behold, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
حَبِيبِي كَظَبْيٍ أَوْ كَالأُيَّلِ الْفَتِيِّ. هَا هُوَ وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ جِدَارِنَا يَرْنُو مِنَ الْكُوَى وَيَسْتَرِقُ النَّظَرَ مِنْ خِلالِ النَّوَافِذِ الْمُشَبَّكَةِ. ٩ 9
My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Behold, this—he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
خَاطَبَنِي حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ: انْهَضِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ مَعِي، ١٠ 10
My beloved has answered and said to me, “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,
فَهَا الشِّتَاءُ قَدِ انْقَضَى، وَكَفَّ الْمَطَرُ وَزَالَ. ١١ 11
For behold, the winter has passed by, The rain has passed away—it has gone.
وَأَزْهَرَتِ الأَرْضُ، وَحَلَّ مَوْسِمُ التَّغْريِدِ، وَتَرَدَّدَ هَدِيلُ الْيَمَامِ فِي أَرْضِنَا. ١٢ 12
The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
قَدْ أَنْبَتَتِ التِّينَةُ فِجَّهَا، وَنَشَرَتِ الْكُرُومُ الْمُزْهِرَةُ عَبِيرَهَا، فَانْهَضِي يَا حَبِيبَتِيِ يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ. ١٣ 13
The fig tree has ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my beautiful one, indeed, come away.
(المُحِبُّ): يَا حَمَامَتِي الْمُحْتَمِيَةَ بِشُقُوقِ الصَّخْرِ وَمَخَابِئِ الْجِبَالِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ وَأَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ عَذْبٌ وَمُحَيَّاكِ رَائِعٌ. ١٤ 14
My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see your appearance, Cause me to hear your voice, For your voice [is] sweet, and your appearance lovely.”
اقْتَنِصُوا لَنَا الثَّعَالِبَ الصِّغَارَ الَّتِي تُتْلِفُ الْكُرُومَ، فَإِنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَزْهَرَتْ. ١٥ 15
Seize for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ، هُوَ يَرْعَى قَطِيعَهُ بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ. ١٦ 16
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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 breaks forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!

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