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 ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens 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 find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely 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, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned 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, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veileth herself 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 circlets, thy neck with beads.
| مَا أَجْمَلَ خَدَّيْكِ بِسُمُوطٍ، وَعُنُقَكِ بِقَلَائِدَ! | ١٠ |
11 We will make thee circlets 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 bag 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 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 leafy.
| هَا أَنْتَ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبِي وَحُلْوٌ، وَسَرِيرُنَا أَخْضَرُ. | ١٦ |
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
| جَوَائِزُ بَيْتِنَا أَرْزٌ، وَرَوَافِدُنَا سَرْوٌ. | ١٧ |
