Song of Solomon 2

1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

١ أَنَا نَرْجِسُ شَارُونَ، سَوْسَنَةُ ٱلْأَوْدِيَةِ.

2 As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

٢ كَٱلسَّوْسَنَةِ بَيْنَ ٱلشَّوْكِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ ٱلْبَنَاتِ.

3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.

٣ كَٱلتُّفَّاحِ بَيْنَ شَجَرِ ٱلْوَعْرِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ ٱلْبَنِينَ. تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ ٱشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرَتُهُ حُلْوَةٌ لِحَلْقِي.

4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.

٤ أَدْخَلَنِي إِلَى بَيْتِ ٱلْخَمْرِ، وَعَلَمُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ.

5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.

٥ أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ ٱلزَّبِيبِ. أَنْعِشُونِي بِٱلتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا.

6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

٦ شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.

7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.

٧ أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِٱلظِّبَاءِ وَبِأَيَائِلِ ٱلْحُقُولِ، أَلَّا تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلَا تُنَبِّهْنَ ٱلْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ.

8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

٨ صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي. هُوَذَا آتٍ طَافِرًا عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ، قَافِزًا عَلَى ٱلتِّلَالِ.

9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.

٩ حَبِيبِي هُوَ شَبِيهٌ بِٱلظَّبْيِ أَوْ بِغُفْرِ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ. هُوَذَا وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ حَائِطِنَا، يَتَطَلَّعُ مِنَ ٱلْكُوَى، يُوَصْوِصُ مِنَ ٱلشَّبَابِيكِ.

10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

١٠ أَجَابَ حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ لِي: «قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَاجَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ.

11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

١١ لِأَنَّ ٱلشِّتَاءَ قَدْ مَضَى، وَٱلْمَطَرَ مَرَّ وَزَالَ.

12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

١٢ ٱلزُّهُورُ ظَهَرَتْ فِي ٱلْأَرْضِ. بَلَغَ أَوَانُ ٱلْقَضْبِ، وَصَوْتُ ٱلْيَمَامَةِ سُمِعَ فِي أَرْضِنَا.

13 The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

١٣ ٱلتِّينَةُ أَخْرَجَتْ فِجَّهَا، وَقُعَالُ ٱلْكُرُومِ تُفِيحُ رَائِحَتَهَا. قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ.

14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

١٤ يَا حَمَامَتِي فِي مَحَاجِئِ ٱلصَّخْرِ، فِي سِتْرِ ٱلْمَعَاقِلِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ، أَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لِأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ لَطِيفٌ وَوَجْهَكِ جَمِيلٌ.

15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

١٥ خُذُوا لَنَا ٱلثَّعَالِبَ، ٱلثَّعَالِبَ ٱلصِّغَارَ ٱلْمُفْسِدَةَ ٱلْكُرُومِ، لِأَنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَقْعَلَتْ.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,

١٦ حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ. ٱلرَّاعِي بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ.

17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.

١٧ إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، ٱرْجِعْ وَأَشْبِهْ يَا حَبِيبِي ٱلظَّبْيَ أَوْ غُفْرَ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ ٱلْمُشَعَّبَةِ.