نَشِيد الأنشاد 7
| (المُحِبُّ): مَا أَرْشَقَ خَطْوَاتِ قَدَمَيْكِ بِالْحِذَاءِ يَا بِنْتَ الأَمِيرِ! فَخْذَاكِ الْمُسْتَدِيرَانِ كَجَوْهَرَتَيْنِ صَاغَتْهُمَا يَدُ صَانِعٍ حَاذِقٍ. | ١ 1 |
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
| سُرَّتُكِ كَأْسٌ مُدَوَّرَةٌ، لَا تَحْتَاجُ إِلَى خَمْرَةٍ مَمْزُوجَةٍ، وَبَطْنُكِ كُومَةُ حِنْطَةٍ مُسَيَّجَةٌ بِالسَّوْسَنِ. | ٢ 2 |
Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
| نَهْدَاكِ كَتَوْأَمَي ظَبْيَةٍ. | ٣ 3 |
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
| عُنُقُكِ (مَصْقُولٌ) كَبُرْجٍ مِنْ عَاجٍ. عَيْنَاكِ (عَمِيقَتَانِ سَاكِنَتَانِ) كَبِرْكَتَيْ حَشْبُونَ عِنْدَ بَابِ بَثِّ رَبِّيمَ. أَنْفُكِ (شَامِخٌ) كَبُرْجِ لُبْنَانَ الْمُشْرِفِ عَلَى دِمَشْقَ، | ٤ 4 |
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
| رَأْسُكِ كَالكَرْمَلِ، وَغَدَائِرُ شَعْرِكِ الْمُتَهَدِّلَةُ كَأُرْجُوَانٍ، قَدْ وَقَعَ الْمَلِكُ أَسِيرَ هَذِهِ الْخُصَلِ. | ٥ 5 |
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
| مَا أَجْمَلَكِ أَيَّتُهَا الْحَبِيبَةُ وَمَا أَلَذَّكِ بِالْمَسَرَّاتِ! | ٦ 6 |
How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
| قَامَتُكِ هَذِهِ مِثْلُ النَّخْلَةِ، وَنَهْدَاكِ مِثْلُ الْعَنَاقِيدِ. | ٧ 7 |
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
| قُلْتُ: لأَصْعَدَنَّ إِلَى النَّخْلَةِ وَأُمْسِكَنَّ بِثِمَارِهَا، فَيَكُونَ لِي نَهْدَاكِ كَعَنَاقِيدِ الْكَرْمِ، وَعَبِيرُ أَنْفَاسِكِ كَأَرِيجِ التُّفَّاحِ. | ٨ 8 |
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
| فَمُكِ كَأَجْوَدِ الْخَمْرِ! (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لِتَكُنْ سَائِغَةً لِحَبِيبِي، تَسِيلُ عَذْبَةً عَلَى شِفَاهِ النَّائِمِينَ. | ٩ 9 |
and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
| أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي، وإِلَيَّ تَشَوُّقُهُ. | ١٠ 10 |
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
| تَعَالَ يَا حَبِيبِي لِنَمْضِ إِلَى الْحَقْلِ وَلْنَبِتْ فِي الْقُرَى. | ١١ 11 |
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
| لِنَخْرُجْ مُبَكِّرَيْنِ إِلَى الْكُرُومِ، لِنَرَى هَلْ أَفْرَخَتِ الْكَرْمَةُ، وَهَلَ تَفَتَّحَتْ بَرَاعِمُهَا، وَهَلْ نَوَّرَ الرُّمَّانُ؟ هُنَاكَ أَهَبُكَ حُبِّي. | ١٢ 12 |
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
| قَدْ نَشَرَ اللُّفَّاحُ أَرِيجَهُ، وَتَدَلَّتْ فَوْقَ بَابِنَا أَفْخَرُ الثِّمَارِ، قَدِيمُهَا وَحَدِيثُهَا، الَّتِي ادَّخَرْتُهَا لَكَ يَا حَبِيبِي. | ١٣ 13 |
The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
