Song of Songs 4
1 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves, beside your veil: your hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
| هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ مِنْ تَحْتِ نَقَابِكِ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ رَابِضٍ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعَادَ. | ١ |
2 Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one amongst them.
| أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ٱلْجَزَائِزِ ٱلصَّادِرَةِ مِنَ ٱلْغَسْلِ، ٱللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ، وَلَيْسَ فِيهِنَّ عَقِيمٌ. | ٢ |
3 Your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.
| شَفَتَاكِ كَسِلْكَةٍ مِنَ ٱلْقِرْمِزِ، وَفَمُكِ حُلْوٌ. خَدُّكِ كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ. | ٣ |
4 Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
| عُنُقُكِ كَبُرْجِ دَاوُدَ ٱلْمَبْنِيِّ لِلْأَسْلِحَةِ. أَلْفُ مِجَنٍّ عُلِّقَ عَلَيْهِ، كُلُّهَا أَتْرَاسُ ٱلْجَبَابِرَةِ. | ٤ |
5 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed amongst the lilies.
| ثَدْيَاكِ كَخِشْفَتَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ، تَوْأَمَيْنِ يَرْعَيَانِ بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ. | ٥ |
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
| إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، أَذْهَبُ إِلَى جَبَلِ ٱلْمُرِّ وَإِلَى تَلِّ ٱللُّبَانِ. | ٦ |
7 You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.
| كُلُّكِ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي لَيْسَ فِيكِ عَيْبَةٌ. | ٧ |
8 Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: you shall come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
| هَلُمِّي مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ يَا عَرُوسُ، مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ! ٱنْظُرِي مِنْ رَأْسِ أَمَانَةَ، مِنْ رَأْسِ شَنِيرَ وَحَرْمُونَ، مِنْ خُدُورِ ٱلْأُسُودِ، مِنْ جِبَالِ ٱلنُّمُورِ. | ٨ |
9 My sister, [my] spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
| قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ. قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي بِإِحْدَى عَيْنَيْكِ، بِقَلَادَةٍ وَاحِدَةٍ مِنْ عُنُقِكِ. | ٩ |
10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, and the smell of your garments than all spices!
| مَا أَحْسَنَ حُبَّكِ يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ! كَمْ مَحَبَّتُكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ! وَكَمْ رَائِحَةُ أَدْهَانِكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنْ كُلِّ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ! | ١٠ |
11 Your lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is as the smell of Libanus.
| شَفَتَاكِ يَا عَرُوسُ تَقْطُرَانِ شَهْدًا. تَحْتَ لِسَانِكِ عَسَلٌ وَلَبَنٌ، وَرَائِحَةُ ثِيَابِكِ كَرَائِحَةِ لُبْنَانَ. | ١١ |
12 My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
| أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ جَنَّةٌ مُغْلَقَةٌ، عَيْنٌ مُقْفَلَةٌ، يَنْبُوعٌ مَخْتُومٌ. | ١٢ |
13 Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
| أَغْرَاسُكِ فِرْدَوْسُ رُمَّانٍ مَعَ أَثْمَارٍ نَفِيسَةٍ، فَاغِيَةٍ وَنَارِدِينٍ. | ١٣ |
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
| نَارِدِينٍ وَكُرْكُمٍ. قَصَبِ ٱلذَّرِيرَةِ وَقِرْفَةٍ، مَعَ كُلِّ عُودِ ٱللُّبَانِ. مُرٌّ وَعُودٌ مَعَ كُلِّ أَنْفَسِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ. | ١٤ |
15 a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
| يَنْبُوعُ جَنَّاتٍ، بِئْرُ مِيَاهٍ حَيَّةٍ، وَسُيُولٌ مِنْ لُبْنَانَ. | ١٥ |
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
| اِسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رِيحَ ٱلشَّمَالِ، وَتَعَالَيْ يَا رِيحَ ٱلْجَنُوبِ! هَبِّي عَلَى جَنَّتِي فَتَقْطُرَ أَطْيَابُهَا. لِيَأْتِ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ وَيَأْكُلْ ثَمَرَهُ ٱلنَّفِيسَ. | ١٦ |
