< نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 6 >
أَيْنَ ذَهَبَ حَبِيبُكِ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ؟ أَيْنَ تَوَجَّهَ حَبِيبُكِ فَنَطْلُبَهُ مَعَكِ؟ | ١ 1 |
Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
حَبِيبِي نَزَلَ إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ، إِلَى خَمَائِلِ ٱلطِّيبِ، لِيَرْعَى فِي ٱلْجَنَّاتِ، وَيَجْمَعَ ٱلسَّوْسَنَ. | ٢ 2 |
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي وَحَبِيبِي لِي. ٱلرَّاعِي بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ. | ٣ 3 |
I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي كَتِرْصَةَ، حَسَنَةٌ كَأُورُشَلِيمَ، مُرْهِبَةٌ كَجَيْشٍ بِأَلْوِيَةٍ. | ٤ 4 |
Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
حَوِّلِي عَنِّي عَيْنَيْكِ فَإِنَّهُمَا قَدْ غَلَبَتَانِي. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ٱلْمَعْزِ ٱلرَّابِضِ فِي جِلْعَادَ. | ٥ 5 |
Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ نِعَاجٍ صَادِرةٍ مِنَ ٱلْغَسْلِ، ٱللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ وَلَيْسَ فِيهَا عَقِيمٌ. | ٦ 6 |
Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ خَدُّكِ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ. | ٧ 7 |
As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
هُنَّ سِتُّونَ مَلِكَةً وَثَمَانُونَ سُرِّيَّةً وَعَذَارَى بِلَا عَدَدٍ. | ٨ 8 |
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
وَاحِدَةٌ هِيَ حَمَامَتِي كَامِلَتِي. ٱلْوَحِيدَةُ لِأُمِّهَا هِيَ. عَقِيلَةُ وَالِدَتِهَا هِيَ. رَأَتْهَا ٱلْبَنَاتُ فَطَوَّبْنَهَا. ٱلْمَلِكَاتُ وَٱلسَّرَارِيُّ فَمَدَحْنَهَا. | ٩ 9 |
One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
مَنْ هِيَ ٱلْمُشْرِفَةُ مِثْلَ ٱلصَّبَاحِ، جَمِيلَةٌ كَٱلْقَمَرِ، طَاهِرَةٌ كَٱلشَّمْسِ، مُرْهِبَةٌ كَجَيْشٍ بِأَلْوِيَةٍ؟ | ١٠ 10 |
'Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
نَزَلْتُ إِلَى جَنَّةِ ٱلْجَوْزِ لِأَنْظُرَ إِلَى خُضَرِ ٱلْوَادِي، وَلِأَنْظُرَ: هَلْ أَقْعَلَ ٱلْكَرْمُ؟ هَلْ نَوَّرَ ٱلرُّمَّانُ؟ | ١١ 11 |
Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —
فَلَمْ أَشْعُرْ إِلَّا وَقَدْ جَعَلَتْنِي نَفْسِي بَيْنَ مَرْكَبَاتِ قَوْمِ شَرِيفٍ. | ١٢ 12 |
I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
اِرْجِعِي، ٱرْجِعِي يَا شُولَمِّيثُ. ٱرْجِعِي، ٱرْجِعِي فَنَنْظُرَ إِلَيْكِ. مَاذَا تَرَوْنَ فِي شُولَمِّيثَ، مِثْلَ رَقْصِ صَفَّيْنِ؟ | ١٣ 13 |
Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?