نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 2
| أَنَا نَرْجِسُ شَارُونَ، سَوْسَنَةُ ٱلْأَوْدِيَةِ. | ١ 1 |
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
| كَٱلسَّوْسَنَةِ بَيْنَ ٱلشَّوْكِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ ٱلْبَنَاتِ. | ٢ 2 |
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
| كَٱلتُّفَّاحِ بَيْنَ شَجَرِ ٱلْوَعْرِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ ٱلْبَنِينَ. تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ ٱشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرَتُهُ حُلْوَةٌ لِحَلْقِي. | ٣ 3 |
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
| أَدْخَلَنِي إِلَى بَيْتِ ٱلْخَمْرِ، وَعَلَمُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ. | ٤ 4 |
He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
| أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ ٱلزَّبِيبِ. أَنْعِشُونِي بِٱلتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا. | ٥ 5 |
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
| شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. | ٦ 6 |
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
| أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِٱلظِّبَاءِ وَبِأَيَائِلِ ٱلْحُقُولِ، أَلَّا تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلَا تُنَبِّهْنَ ٱلْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. | ٧ 7 |
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
| صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي. هُوَذَا آتٍ طَافِرًا عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ، قَافِزًا عَلَى ٱلتِّلَالِ. | ٨ 8 |
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
| حَبِيبِي هُوَ شَبِيهٌ بِٱلظَّبْيِ أَوْ بِغُفْرِ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ. هُوَذَا وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ حَائِطِنَا، يَتَطَلَّعُ مِنَ ٱلْكُوَى، يُوَصْوِصُ مِنَ ٱلشَّبَابِيكِ. | ٩ 9 |
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
| أَجَابَ حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ لِي: «قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَاجَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ. | ١٠ 10 |
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
| لِأَنَّ ٱلشِّتَاءَ قَدْ مَضَى، وَٱلْمَطَرَ مَرَّ وَزَالَ. | ١١ 11 |
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
| ٱلزُّهُورُ ظَهَرَتْ فِي ٱلْأَرْضِ. بَلَغَ أَوَانُ ٱلْقَضْبِ، وَصَوْتُ ٱلْيَمَامَةِ سُمِعَ فِي أَرْضِنَا. | ١٢ 12 |
The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
| ٱلتِّينَةُ أَخْرَجَتْ فِجَّهَا، وَقُعَالُ ٱلْكُرُومِ تُفِيحُ رَائِحَتَهَا. قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ. | ١٣ 13 |
The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
| يَا حَمَامَتِي فِي مَحَاجِئِ ٱلصَّخْرِ، فِي سِتْرِ ٱلْمَعَاقِلِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ، أَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لِأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ لَطِيفٌ وَوَجْهَكِ جَمِيلٌ. | ١٤ 14 |
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
| خُذُوا لَنَا ٱلثَّعَالِبَ، ٱلثَّعَالِبَ ٱلصِّغَارَ ٱلْمُفْسِدَةَ ٱلْكُرُومِ، لِأَنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَقْعَلَتْ. | ١٥ 15 |
Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
| حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ. ٱلرَّاعِي بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ. | ١٦ 16 |
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
| إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، ٱرْجِعْ وَأَشْبِهْ يَا حَبِيبِي ٱلظَّبْيَ أَوْ غُفْرَ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ ٱلْمُشَعَّبَةِ. | ١٧ 17 |
Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
