< Song of Solomon 7 >

1 How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
(المُحِبُّ): مَا أَرْشَقَ خَطْوَاتِ قَدَمَيْكِ بِالْحِذَاءِ يَا بِنْتَ الأَمِيرِ! فَخْذَاكِ الْمُسْتَدِيرَانِ كَجَوْهَرَتَيْنِ صَاغَتْهُمَا يَدُ صَانِعٍ حَاذِقٍ.١
2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
سُرَّتُكِ كَأْسٌ مُدَوَّرَةٌ، لَا تَحْتَاجُ إِلَى خَمْرَةٍ مَمْزُوجَةٍ، وَبَطْنُكِ كُومَةُ حِنْطَةٍ مُسَيَّجَةٌ بِالسَّوْسَنِ.٢
3 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
نَهْدَاكِ كَتَوْأَمَي ظَبْيَةٍ.٣
4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
عُنُقُكِ (مَصْقُولٌ) كَبُرْجٍ مِنْ عَاجٍ. عَيْنَاكِ (عَمِيقَتَانِ سَاكِنَتَانِ) كَبِرْكَتَيْ حَشْبُونَ عِنْدَ بَابِ بَثِّ رَبِّيمَ. أَنْفُكِ (شَامِخٌ) كَبُرْجِ لُبْنَانَ الْمُشْرِفِ عَلَى دِمَشْقَ،٤
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
رَأْسُكِ كَالكَرْمَلِ، وَغَدَائِرُ شَعْرِكِ الْمُتَهَدِّلَةُ كَأُرْجُوَانٍ، قَدْ وَقَعَ الْمَلِكُ أَسِيرَ هَذِهِ الْخُصَلِ.٥
6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
مَا أَجْمَلَكِ أَيَّتُهَا الْحَبِيبَةُ وَمَا أَلَذَّكِ بِالْمَسَرَّاتِ!٦
7 You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
قَامَتُكِ هَذِهِ مِثْلُ النَّخْلَةِ، وَنَهْدَاكِ مِثْلُ الْعَنَاقِيدِ.٧
8 I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
قُلْتُ: لأَصْعَدَنَّ إِلَى النَّخْلَةِ وَأُمْسِكَنَّ بِثِمَارِهَا، فَيَكُونَ لِي نَهْدَاكِ كَعَنَاقِيدِ الْكَرْمِ، وَعَبِيرُ أَنْفَاسِكِ كَأَرِيجِ التُّفَّاحِ.٨
9 And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
فَمُكِ كَأَجْوَدِ الْخَمْرِ! (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لِتَكُنْ سَائِغَةً لِحَبِيبِي، تَسِيلُ عَذْبَةً عَلَى شِفَاهِ النَّائِمِينَ.٩
10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي، وإِلَيَّ تَشَوُّقُهُ.١٠
11 Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
تَعَالَ يَا حَبِيبِي لِنَمْضِ إِلَى الْحَقْلِ وَلْنَبِتْ فِي الْقُرَى.١١
12 Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
لِنَخْرُجْ مُبَكِّرَيْنِ إِلَى الْكُرُومِ، لِنَرَى هَلْ أَفْرَخَتِ الْكَرْمَةُ، وَهَلَ تَفَتَّحَتْ بَرَاعِمُهَا، وَهَلْ نَوَّرَ الرُّمَّانُ؟ هُنَاكَ أَهَبُكَ حُبِّي.١٢
13 The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
قَدْ نَشَرَ اللُّفَّاحُ أَرِيجَهُ، وَتَدَلَّتْ فَوْقَ بَابِنَا أَفْخَرُ الثِّمَارِ، قَدِيمُهَا وَحَدِيثُهَا، الَّتِي ادَّخَرْتُهَا لَكَ يَا حَبِيبِي.١٣

< Song of Solomon 7 >