نَشِيد الأنشاد 5

١ 1 (المُحِبُّ): قَدْ جِئْتُ إِلَى جَنَّتِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا عَرُوسِي، وَقَطَفْتُ مُرِّي مَعَ أَطْيَابِي، وَأَكَلْتُ شَهْدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي، وَشَرِبْتُ خَمْرِي مَعَ لَبَنِي. (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): كُلُوا أَيُّهَا الْخُلّانُ. اشْرَبُوا حَتَّى الانْتِشَاءِ أَيُّهَا المُحِبُّونَ.

I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

٢ 2 (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): قَدْ نِمْتُ وَلَكِنَّ قَلْبِي كَانَ مُسْتَيْقِظاً. آهِ، اسْمَعُوا! هَا صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي قَارِعاً قَائِلاً: افْتَحِي لِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا حَمَامَتِي، يَا كَامِلَتِي! فَإِنَّ رَأْسِي قَدِ ابْتَلَّ مِنَ النَّدَى وَشَعْرِي مِنْ طَلِّ اللَّيْلِ.

I sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.'

٣ 3 فَقُلْتُ: قَدْ خَلَعْتُ ثَوْبِي فَكَيْفَ أَرْتَدِيهِ ثَانِيَةً؟ غَسَلْتُ قَدَمَيَّ فَكَيْفَ أُوَسِّخُهُمَا؟

I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

٤ 4 مَدَّ حَبِيبِي يَدَهُ مِنْ كُوَّةِ الْبَابِ، فَتَحَرَّكَتْ لَهُ مَشَاعِرِي،

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.

٥ 5 فَنَهَضْتُ لأَفْتَحَ لَهُ بِيَدَيْنِ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً، وَأَصَابِعَ تَفِيضُ عِطْراً عَلَى مِزْلاجِ الْبَابِ.

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.

٦ 6 فَتَحْتُ لِحَبِيبِي، لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي كَانَ قَدِ انْصَرَفَ وَعَبَرَ فَفَارَقَتْنِي نَفْسِي حِينَ ابْتَعَدَ. بَحَثْتُ عَنْهُ فَلَمْ أَجِدْهُ، دَعَوْتُهُ فَلَمْ يُجِبْ.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

٧ 7 وَجَدَنِي الْحُرَّاسُ الْمُتَجَوِّلُونَ فِي الْمَدِينَةِ، فَانْهَالُوا عَلَيَّ ضَرْباً فَجَرَحُونِي. نَزَعَ حُرَّاسُ الأَسْوَارِ رِدَائِي عَنِّي.

The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

٨ 8 أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ إِنْ وَجَدْتُنَّ حَبِيبِي أَنْ تُبَلِّغْنَهُ أَنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً.

'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'

٩ 9 (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): بِمَ يَفُوقُ حَبِيبُكِ الْمُحِبِّينَ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ النِّسَاءِ؟ بِمَ يَفُوقُ حَبِيبُكِ الْمُحِبِّينَ حَتَّى تَسْتَحْلِفِينَا هَكَذَا؟

'What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?'

١٠ 10 (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي مُتَأَلِّقٌ وَأَحْمَرُ، مُتَمَيِّزٌ بَيْنَ الآلَافِ.

'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.

١١ 11 رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ خَالِصٌ وَشَعْرُهُ مُتَمَوِّجٌ حَالِكُ السَّوَادِ كَلَوْنِ الْغُرَابِ.

His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven.

١٢ 12 عَيْنَاهُ حَمَامَتَانِ عِنْدَ مَجَارِي الْمِيَاهِ، مَغْسُولَتَانِ مُسْتَقِرَّتَانِ فِي مَوْضِعِهِمَا.

His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set.

١٣ 13 خَدَّاهُ كَخَمِيلَةِ طِيبٍ تَفُوحَانِ عِطْراً، وَشَفَتَاهُ كَالسَّوْسَنِ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً شَذِيّاً.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh.

١٤ 14 يَدَاهُ حَلَقَتَانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مُدَوَّرَتَانِ وَمُرَصَّعَتَانِ بِالزَّبَرْجَدِ، وَجِسْمُهُ عَاجٌ مَصْقُولٌ مُغَشّىً بِالْيَاقُوتِ الأَزْرَقِ.

His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.

١٥ 15 سَاقَاهُ عَمُودَا رُخَامٍ قَائِمَتَانِ عَلَى قَاعِدَتَيْنِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ نَقِيٍّ، طَلْعَتُهُ كَلُبْنَانَ، كَأَبْهَى أَشْجَارِ الأَرْزِ.

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

١٦ 16 فَمُهُ عَذْبٌ، وَكُلُّهُ مُشْتَهَيَاتٌ. هَذَا هُوَ حَبِيبِي وَهَذَا هُوَ خَلِيلِي يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ!

His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.'