Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
| نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ ٱلَّذِي لِسُلَيْمَانَ: | ١ |
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
| لِيُقَبِّلْنِي بِقُبْلَاتِ فَمِهِ، لِأَنَّ حُبَّكَ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ. | ٢ |
3 Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is [as] oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.
| لِرَائِحَةِ أَدْهَانِكَ ٱلطَّيِّبَةِ. ٱسْمُكَ دُهْنٌ مُهْرَاقٌ، لِذَلِكَ أَحَبَّتْكَ ٱلْعَذَارَى. | ٣ |
4 Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.
| اُجْذُبْنِي وَرَاءَكَ فَنَجْرِيَ. أَدْخَلَنِي ٱلْمَلِكُ إِلَى حِجَالِهِ. نَبْتَهِجُ وَنَفْرَحُ بِكَ. نَذْكُرُ حُبَّكَ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ. بِٱلْحَقِّ يُحِبُّونَكَ. | ٤ |
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
| أَنَا سَوْدَاءُ وَجَمِيلَةٌ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ، كَخِيَامِ قِيدَارَ، كَشُقَقِ سُلَيْمَانَ. | ٥ |
6 Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; [But] mine own vineyard have I not kept.
| لَا تَنْظُرْنَ إِلَيَّ لِكَوْنِي سَوْدَاءَ، لِأَنَّ ٱلشَّمْسَ قَدْ لَوَّحَتْنِي. بَنُو أُمِّي غَضِبُوا عَلَيَّ. جَعَلُونِي نَاطُورَةَ ٱلْكُرُومِ. أَمَّا كَرْمِي فَلَمْ أَنْطُرْهُ. | ٦ |
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
| أَخْبِرْنِي يَا مَنْ تُحِبُّهُ نَفْسِي، أَيْنَ تَرْعَى، أَيْنَ تُرْبِضُ عِنْدَ ٱلظَّهِيرَةِ. لِمَاذَا أَنَا أَكُونُ كَمُقَنَّعَةٍ عِنْدَ قُطْعَانِ أَصْحَابِكَ؟ | ٧ |
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
| إِنْ لَمْ تَعْرِفِي أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ، فَٱخْرُجِي عَلَى آثَارِ ٱلْغَنَمِ، وَٱرْعَيْ جِدَاءَكِ عِنْدَ مَسَاكِنِ ٱلرُّعَاةِ. | ٨ |
9 I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
| لَقَدْ شَبَّهْتُكِ يَا حَبِيبَتِي بِفَرَسٍ فِي مَرْكَبَاتِ فِرْعَوْنَ. | ٩ |
10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.
| مَا أَجْمَلَ خَدَّيْكِ بِسُمُوطٍ، وَعُنُقَكِ بِقَلَائِدَ! | ١٠ |
11 We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
| نَصْنَعُ لَكِ سَلَاسِلَ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مَعَ جُمَانٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ. | ١١ |
12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
| مَا دَامَ ٱلْمَلِكُ فِي مَجْلِسِهِ أَفَاحَ نَارِدِينِي رَائِحَتَهُ. | ١٢ |
13 My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
| صُرَّةُ ٱلْمُرِّ حَبِيبِي لِي. بَيْنَ ثَدْيَيَّ يَبِيتُ. | ١٣ |
14 My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
| طَاقَةُ فَاغِيَةٍ حَبِيبِي لِي فِي كُرُومِ عَيْنِ جَدْيٍ. | ١٤ |
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves.
| هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ. عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ. | ١٥ |
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
| هَا أَنْتَ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبِي وَحُلْوٌ، وَسَرِيرُنَا أَخْضَرُ. | ١٦ |
17 The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.
| جَوَائِزُ بَيْتِنَا أَرْزٌ، وَرَوَافِدُنَا سَرْوٌ. | ١٧ |
