نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 5

١ 1 قَدْ دَخَلْتُ جَنَّتِي يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ. قَطَفْتُ مُرِّي مَعَ طِيبِي. أَكَلْتُ شَهْدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي. شَرِبْتُ خَمْرِي مَعَ لَبَنِي. كُلُوا أَيُّهَا ٱلْأَصْحَابُ. ٱشْرَبُوا وَٱسْكَرُوا أَيُّهَا ٱلْأَحِبَّاءُ.

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends. Drink, yea. Drink abundantly, O beloved.

٢ 2 أَنَا نَائِمَةٌ وَقَلْبِي مُسْتَيْقِظٌ. صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي قَارِعًا: «اِفْتَحِي لِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَاحَمَامَتِي، يَا كَامِلَتِي! لِأَنَّ رَأْسِي ٱمْتَلَأَ مِنَ ٱلطَّلِّ، وَقُصَصِي مِنْ نُدَى ٱللَّيْلِ».

I was asleep, but my heart awoke. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled. For my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.

٣ 3 قَدْ خَلَعْتُ ثَوْبِي، فَكَيْفَ أَلْبَسُهُ؟ قَدْ غَسَلْتُ رِجْلَيَّ، فَكَيْفَ أُوَسِّخُهُمَا؟

I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?

٤ 4 حَبِيبِي مَدَّ يَدَهُ مِنَ ٱلْكَوَّةِ، فَأَنَّتْ عَلَيْهِ أَحْشَائِي.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.

٥ 5 قُمْتُ لِأَفْتَحَ لِحَبِيبِي وَيَدَايَ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرًّا، وَأَصَابِعِي مُرٌّ قَاطِرٌ عَلَى مَقْبَضِ ٱلْقُفْلِ.

I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands drops with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

٦ 6 فَتَحْتُ لِحَبِيبِي، لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي تَحَوَّلَ وَعَبَرَ. نَفْسِي خَرَجَتْ عِنْدَمَا أَدْبَرَ. طَلَبْتُهُ فَمَا وَجَدْتُهُ. دَعَوْتُهُ فَمَا أَجَابَنِي.

I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he gave me no answer.

٧ 7 وَجَدَنِي ٱلْحَرَسُ ٱلطَّائِفُ فِي ٱلْمَدِينَةِ. ضَرَبُونِي. جَرَحُونِي. حَفَظَةُ ٱلْأَسْوَارِ رَفَعُوا إِزَارِي عَنِّي.

The watchmen who go about the city found me. They smote me, they wounded me. The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

٨ 8 أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ إِنْ وَجَدْتُنَّ حَبِيبِي أَنْ تُخْبِرْنَهُ بِأَنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him that I am sick from love.

٩ 9 مَا حَبِيبُكِ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ! مَا حَبِيبُكِ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ حَتَّى تُحَلِّفِينَا هَكَذَا!

What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou do so adjure us?

١٠ 10 حَبِيبِي أَبْيَضُ وَأَحْمَرُ. مُعْلَمٌ بَيْنَ رَبْوَةٍ.

My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.

١١ 11 رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ إِبْرِيزٌ. قُصَصُهُ مُسْتَرْسِلَةٌ حَالِكَةٌ كَٱلْغُرَابِ.

His head is the most fine gold. His locks are bushy, black as a raven.

١٢ 12 عَيْنَاهُ كَٱلْحَمَامِ عَلَى مَجَارِي ٱلْمِيَاهِ، مَغْسُولَتَانِ بِٱللَّبَنِ، جَالِسَتَانِ فِي وَقْبَيْهِمَا.

His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, washed with milk, fitly set.

١٣ 13 خَدَّاهُ كَخَمِيلَةِ ٱلطِّيبِ وَأَتْلَامِ رَيَاحِينَ ذَكِيَّةٍ. شَفَتَاهُ سُوْسَنٌ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرًّا مَائِعًا.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, banks of sweet herbs. His lips are lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

١٤ 14 يَدَاهُ حَلْقَتَانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ، مُرَصَّعَتَانِ بِٱلزَّبَرْجَدِ. بَطْنُهُ عَاجٌ أَبْيَضُ مُغَلَّفٌ بِٱلْيَاقُوتِ ٱلْأَزْرَقِ.

His hands are rings of gold set with beryl. His body is ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

١٥ 15 سَاقَاهُ عَمُودَا رُخَامٍ، مُؤَسَّسَتَانِ عَلَى قَاعِدَتَيْنِ مِنْ إِبْرِيزٍ. طَلْعَتُهُ كَلُبْنَانَ. فَتًى كَٱلْأَرْزِ.

His legs are pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold. His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

١٦ 16 حَلْقُهُ حَلَاوَةٌ وَكُلُّهُ مُشْتَهَيَاتٌ. هَذَا حَبِيبِي، وَهَذَا خَلِيلِي، يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ.

His mouth is most sweet. Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.