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هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ مِنْ تَحْتِ نَقَابِكِ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ رَابِضٍ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعَادَ. ١ 1
Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold, thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of mount Gilead.
أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ٱلْجَزَائِزِ ٱلصَّادِرَةِ مِنَ ٱلْغَسْلِ، ٱللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ، وَلَيْسَ فِيهِنَّ عَقِيمٌ. ٢ 2
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.
شَفَتَاكِ كَسِلْكَةٍ مِنَ ٱلْقِرْمِزِ، وَفَمُكِ حُلْوٌ. خَدُّكِ كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ. ٣ 3
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
عُنُقُكِ كَبُرْجِ دَاوُدَ ٱلْمَبْنِيِّ لِلْأَسْلِحَةِ. أَلْفُ مِجَنٍّ عُلِّقَ عَلَيْهِ، كُلُّهَا أَتْرَاسُ ٱلْجَبَابِرَةِ. ٤ 4
Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men.
ثَدْيَاكِ كَخِشْفَتَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ، تَوْأَمَيْنِ يَرْعَيَانِ بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ. ٥ 5
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، أَذْهَبُ إِلَى جَبَلِ ٱلْمُرِّ وَإِلَى تَلِّ ٱللُّبَانِ. ٦ 6
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
كُلُّكِ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي لَيْسَ فِيكِ عَيْبَةٌ. ٧ 7
Thou are all fair, my love, and there is no spot in thee.
هَلُمِّي مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ يَا عَرُوسُ، مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ! ٱنْظُرِي مِنْ رَأْسِ أَمَانَةَ، مِنْ رَأْسِ شَنِيرَ وَحَرْمُونَ، مِنْ خُدُورِ ٱلْأُسُودِ، مِنْ جِبَالِ ٱلنُّمُورِ. ٨ 8
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ. قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي بِإِحْدَى عَيْنَيْكِ، بِقَلَادَةٍ وَاحِدَةٍ مِنْ عُنُقِكِ. ٩ 9
Thou have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. Thou have ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
مَا أَحْسَنَ حُبَّكِ يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ! كَمْ مَحَبَّتُكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ! وَكَمْ رَائِحَةُ أَدْهَانِكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنْ كُلِّ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ! ١٠ 10
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
شَفَتَاكِ يَا عَرُوسُ تَقْطُرَانِ شَهْدًا. تَحْتَ لِسَانِكِ عَسَلٌ وَلَبَنٌ، وَرَائِحَةُ ثِيَابِكِ كَرَائِحَةِ لُبْنَانَ. ١١ 11
Thy lips, O my bride, drop the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ جَنَّةٌ مُغْلَقَةٌ، عَيْنٌ مُقْفَلَةٌ، يَنْبُوعٌ مَخْتُومٌ. ١٢ 12
A garden shut up is my sister, my bride, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
أَغْرَاسُكِ فِرْدَوْسُ رُمَّانٍ مَعَ أَثْمَارٍ نَفِيسَةٍ، فَاغِيَةٍ وَنَارِدِينٍ. ١٣ 13
Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
نَارِدِينٍ وَكُرْكُمٍ. قَصَبِ ٱلذَّرِيرَةِ وَقِرْفَةٍ، مَعَ كُلِّ عُودِ ٱللُّبَانِ. مُرٌّ وَعُودٌ مَعَ كُلِّ أَنْفَسِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ. ١٤ 14
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
يَنْبُوعُ جَنَّاتٍ، بِئْرُ مِيَاهٍ حَيَّةٍ، وَسُيُولٌ مِنْ لُبْنَانَ. ١٥ 15
Thou are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
اِسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رِيحَ ٱلشَّمَالِ، وَتَعَالَيْ يَا رِيحَ ٱلْجَنُوبِ! هَبِّي عَلَى جَنَّتِي فَتَقْطُرَ أَطْيَابُهَا. لِيَأْتِ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ وَيَأْكُلْ ثَمَرَهُ ٱلنَّفِيسَ. ١٦ 16
Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south, blow upon my garden, that the spices of it may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.

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