نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 2

١ 1 أَنَا نَرْجِسُ شَارُونَ، سَوْسَنَةُ ٱلْأَوْدِيَةِ.

Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.

٢ 2 كَٱلسَّوْسَنَةِ بَيْنَ ٱلشَّوْكِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ ٱلْبَنَاتِ.

Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.

٣ 3 كَٱلتُّفَّاحِ بَيْنَ شَجَرِ ٱلْوَعْرِ كَذَلِكَ حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ ٱلْبَنِينَ. تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ ٱشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرَتُهُ حُلْوَةٌ لِحَلْقِي.

Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

٤ 4 أَدْخَلَنِي إِلَى بَيْتِ ٱلْخَمْرِ، وَعَلَمُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ.

He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.

٥ 5 أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ ٱلزَّبِيبِ. أَنْعِشُونِي بِٱلتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا.

Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.

٦ 6 شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

٧ 7 أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِٱلظِّبَاءِ وَبِأَيَائِلِ ٱلْحُقُولِ، أَلَّا تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلَا تُنَبِّهْنَ ٱلْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ.

Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.

٨ 8 صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي. هُوَذَا آتٍ طَافِرًا عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ، قَافِزًا عَلَى ٱلتِّلَالِ.

Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.

٩ 9 حَبِيبِي هُوَ شَبِيهٌ بِٱلظَّبْيِ أَوْ بِغُفْرِ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ. هُوَذَا وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ حَائِطِنَا، يَتَطَلَّعُ مِنَ ٱلْكُوَى، يُوَصْوِصُ مِنَ ٱلشَّبَابِيكِ.

My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.

١٠ 10 أَجَابَ حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ لِي: «قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَاجَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ.

Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.

١١ 11 لِأَنَّ ٱلشِّتَاءَ قَدْ مَضَى، وَٱلْمَطَرَ مَرَّ وَزَالَ.

For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.

١٢ 12 ٱلزُّهُورُ ظَهَرَتْ فِي ٱلْأَرْضِ. بَلَغَ أَوَانُ ٱلْقَضْبِ، وَصَوْتُ ٱلْيَمَامَةِ سُمِعَ فِي أَرْضِنَا.

The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

١٣ 13 ٱلتِّينَةُ أَخْرَجَتْ فِجَّهَا، وَقُعَالُ ٱلْكُرُومِ تُفِيحُ رَائِحَتَهَا. قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ.

The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.

١٤ 14 يَا حَمَامَتِي فِي مَحَاجِئِ ٱلصَّخْرِ، فِي سِتْرِ ٱلْمَعَاقِلِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ، أَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لِأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ لَطِيفٌ وَوَجْهَكِ جَمِيلٌ.

My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.

١٥ 15 خُذُوا لَنَا ٱلثَّعَالِبَ، ٱلثَّعَالِبَ ٱلصِّغَارَ ٱلْمُفْسِدَةَ ٱلْكُرُومِ، لِأَنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَقْعَلَتْ.

Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.

١٦ 16 حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ. ٱلرَّاعِي بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ.

Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies,

١٧ 17 إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، ٱرْجِعْ وَأَشْبِهْ يَا حَبِيبِي ٱلظَّبْيَ أَوْ غُفْرَ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ عَلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ ٱلْمُشَعَّبَةِ.

until the day rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.