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 am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; 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, beloved ones!

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 slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine 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 tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute 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 bowels yearned 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 dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.

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I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; 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 that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

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

I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of 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, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

١٠ 10 حَبِيبِي أَبْيَضُ وَأَحْمَرُ. مُعْلَمٌ بَيْنَ رَبْوَةٍ.

My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

١١ 11 رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ إِبْرِيزٌ. قُصَصُهُ مُسْتَرْسِلَةٌ حَالِكَةٌ كَٱلْغُرَابِ.

His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;

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

His eyes are like doves by 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, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

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

His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;

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

His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as 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, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.