Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
| هَذَا نَشِيدُ الأَنَاشِيدِ لِسُلَيْمَانَ. | ١ |
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لِيَلْثِمْنِي بِقُبْلاتِ فَمِهِ، لأَنَّ حُبَّكَ أَلَذُّ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ. | ٢ |
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
| رَائِحَةُ عُطُورِكَ شَذِيَّةٌ، وَاسْمُكَ أَرِيجٌ مَسْكُوبٌ؛ لِذَلِكَ أَحَبَّتْكَ الْعَذَارَى. | ٣ |
4 Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
| اجْذُبْنِي وَرَاءَكَ فَنَجْرِيَ، أَدْخَلَنِي الْمَلِكُ إِلَى مَخَادِعِهِ. نَبْتَهِجُ بِكَ وَنَفْرَحُ، وَنَمْدَحُ حُبَّكَ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ، فَالَّذِينَ أَحَبُّوكَ مُحِقُّونَ. | ٤ |
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
| سَمْرَاءُ أَنَا، وَلَكِنَّنِي رَائِعَةُ الْجَمَالِ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ. أَنَا سَمْرَاءُ كَخِيَامِ قِيدَارَ. أَوْ كَسُرَادِقِ سُلَيْمَانَ. | ٥ |
6 Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — 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 Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks 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 knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
| (الْمُحِبُّ): إِنْ كُنْتِ لَا تَعْلَمِينَ يَا أَجْمَلَ النِّسَاءِ، فَاقْتَفِي أَثَرَ الْغَنَمِ، وَارْعَيْ جِدَاءَكِ عِنْدَ مَسَاكِنِ الرُّعَاةِ. | ٨ |
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
| إِنِّي أُشَبِّهُكِ يَا حَبِيبَتِي بِفَرَسٍ فِي مَرْكَبَاتِ فِرْعَوْنَ. | ٩ |
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
| مَا أَجْمَلَ خَدَّيْكِ بِالْحُلِيِّ، وَعُنُقَكِ بِالْقَلائِدِ الذَّهَبِيَّةِ. | ١٠ |
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
| سَنَصْنَعُ لَكِ أَقْرَاطاً مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مَعَ جُمَانٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ. | ١١ |
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): بَيْنَمَا الْمَلِكُ مُسْتَلْقٍ عَلَى أَرِيكَتِهِ فَاحَ نَارِدِينِي رَائِحَتِهِ. | ١٢ |
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
| حَبِيبِي صُرَّةُ مُرٍّ لِي، هَاجِعٌ بَيْنَ نَهْدَيَّ. | ١٣ |
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
| حَبِيبِي لِي عُنْقُودُ حِنَّاءَ فِي كُرُومِ عَيْنِ جَدْيٍ. | ١٤ |
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
| (المُحِبُّ): كَمْ أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، كَمْ أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ! | ١٥ |
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
| (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): كَمْ أَنْتَ وَسِيمٌ يَا حَبِيبِي وَجَذَّابٌ حَقّاً! أَنْتَ حُلْوٌ وَأَرِيكَتُنَا مُخْضَرَّةٌ. | ١٦ |
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
| عَوَارِضُ بَيْتِنَا خَشَبُ أَرْزٍ وَرَوَافِدُنَا خَشَبُ سَرْوٍ. | ١٧ |
