Song of Solomon 1
| هَذَا نَشِيدُ الأَنَاشِيدِ لِسُلَيْمَانَ. | ١ |
2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لِيَلْثِمْنِي بِقُبْلاتِ فَمِهِ، لأَنَّ حُبَّكَ أَلَذُّ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ. | ٢ |
3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
| رَائِحَةُ عُطُورِكَ شَذِيَّةٌ، وَاسْمُكَ أَرِيجٌ مَسْكُوبٌ؛ لِذَلِكَ أَحَبَّتْكَ الْعَذَارَى. | ٣ |
4 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
| اجْذُبْنِي وَرَاءَكَ فَنَجْرِيَ، أَدْخَلَنِي الْمَلِكُ إِلَى مَخَادِعِهِ. نَبْتَهِجُ بِكَ وَنَفْرَحُ، وَنَمْدَحُ حُبَّكَ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ، فَالَّذِينَ أَحَبُّوكَ مُحِقُّونَ. | ٤ |
5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
| سَمْرَاءُ أَنَا، وَلَكِنَّنِي رَائِعَةُ الْجَمَالِ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ. أَنَا سَمْرَاءُ كَخِيَامِ قِيدَارَ. أَوْ كَسُرَادِقِ سُلَيْمَانَ. | ٥ |
6 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
| لَا تَنْظُرْنَ إِلَيَّ لأَنَّنِي سَمْرَاءُ، فَإِنَّ الشَّمْسَ قَدْ لَوَّحَتْنِي. إِخْوَتِي قَدْ غَضِبُوا مِنِّي فَأَقَامُونِي حَارِسَةً لِلْكُرُومِ، أَمَّا كَرْمِي فَلَمْ أَنْطُرْهُ. | ٦ |
7 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
| قُلْ لِي يَا مَنْ تُحِبُّهُ نَفْسِي، أَيْنَ تَرْعَى قُطْعَانَكَ وَأَيْنَ تُرْبِضُ بِها عِنْدَ الظَّهِيرَةِ؟ فَلِمَاذَا أَكُونُ كَامْرَأَةٍ مُقَنَّعَةٍ، أَتَجَوَّلُ بِجُوَارِ قُطْعَانِ أَصْحَابِكَ؟ | ٧ |
8 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
| (الْمُحِبُّ): إِنْ كُنْتِ لَا تَعْلَمِينَ يَا أَجْمَلَ النِّسَاءِ، فَاقْتَفِي أَثَرَ الْغَنَمِ، وَارْعَيْ جِدَاءَكِ عِنْدَ مَسَاكِنِ الرُّعَاةِ. | ٨ |
9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
| إِنِّي أُشَبِّهُكِ يَا حَبِيبَتِي بِفَرَسٍ فِي مَرْكَبَاتِ فِرْعَوْنَ. | ٩ |
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
| مَا أَجْمَلَ خَدَّيْكِ بِالْحُلِيِّ، وَعُنُقَكِ بِالْقَلائِدِ الذَّهَبِيَّةِ. | ١٠ |
11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
| سَنَصْنَعُ لَكِ أَقْرَاطاً مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مَعَ جُمَانٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ. | ١١ |
12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): بَيْنَمَا الْمَلِكُ مُسْتَلْقٍ عَلَى أَرِيكَتِهِ فَاحَ نَارِدِينِي رَائِحَتِهِ. | ١٢ |
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
| حَبِيبِي صُرَّةُ مُرٍّ لِي، هَاجِعٌ بَيْنَ نَهْدَيَّ. | ١٣ |
14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
| حَبِيبِي لِي عُنْقُودُ حِنَّاءَ فِي كُرُومِ عَيْنِ جَدْيٍ. | ١٤ |
15 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
| (المُحِبُّ): كَمْ أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، كَمْ أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ! | ١٥ |
16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): كَمْ أَنْتَ وَسِيمٌ يَا حَبِيبِي وَجَذَّابٌ حَقّاً! أَنْتَ حُلْوٌ وَأَرِيكَتُنَا مُخْضَرَّةٌ. | ١٦ |
17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
| عَوَارِضُ بَيْتِنَا خَشَبُ أَرْزٍ وَرَوَافِدُنَا خَشَبُ سَرْوٍ. | ١٧ |
