نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 6
| أَيْنَ ذَهَبَ حَبِيبُكِ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ؟ أَيْنَ تَوَجَّهَ حَبِيبُكِ فَنَطْلُبَهُ مَعَكِ؟ | ١ 1 |
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
| حَبِيبِي نَزَلَ إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ، إِلَى خَمَائِلِ ٱلطِّيبِ، لِيَرْعَى فِي ٱلْجَنَّاتِ، وَيَجْمَعَ ٱلسَّوْسَنَ. | ٢ 2 |
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
| أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي وَحَبِيبِي لِي. ٱلرَّاعِي بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ. | ٣ 3 |
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
| أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي كَتِرْصَةَ، حَسَنَةٌ كَأُورُشَلِيمَ، مُرْهِبَةٌ كَجَيْشٍ بِأَلْوِيَةٍ. | ٤ 4 |
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
| حَوِّلِي عَنِّي عَيْنَيْكِ فَإِنَّهُمَا قَدْ غَلَبَتَانِي. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ٱلْمَعْزِ ٱلرَّابِضِ فِي جِلْعَادَ. | ٥ 5 |
Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
| أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ نِعَاجٍ صَادِرةٍ مِنَ ٱلْغَسْلِ، ٱللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ وَلَيْسَ فِيهَا عَقِيمٌ. | ٦ 6 |
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
| كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ خَدُّكِ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ. | ٧ 7 |
Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
| هُنَّ سِتُّونَ مَلِكَةً وَثَمَانُونَ سُرِّيَّةً وَعَذَارَى بِلَا عَدَدٍ. | ٨ 8 |
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
| وَاحِدَةٌ هِيَ حَمَامَتِي كَامِلَتِي. ٱلْوَحِيدَةُ لِأُمِّهَا هِيَ. عَقِيلَةُ وَالِدَتِهَا هِيَ. رَأَتْهَا ٱلْبَنَاتُ فَطَوَّبْنَهَا. ٱلْمَلِكَاتُ وَٱلسَّرَارِيُّ فَمَدَحْنَهَا. | ٩ 9 |
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
| مَنْ هِيَ ٱلْمُشْرِفَةُ مِثْلَ ٱلصَّبَاحِ، جَمِيلَةٌ كَٱلْقَمَرِ، طَاهِرَةٌ كَٱلشَّمْسِ، مُرْهِبَةٌ كَجَيْشٍ بِأَلْوِيَةٍ؟ | ١٠ 10 |
Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
| نَزَلْتُ إِلَى جَنَّةِ ٱلْجَوْزِ لِأَنْظُرَ إِلَى خُضَرِ ٱلْوَادِي، وَلِأَنْظُرَ: هَلْ أَقْعَلَ ٱلْكَرْمُ؟ هَلْ نَوَّرَ ٱلرُّمَّانُ؟ | ١١ 11 |
I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
| فَلَمْ أَشْعُرْ إِلَّا وَقَدْ جَعَلَتْنِي نَفْسِي بَيْنَ مَرْكَبَاتِ قَوْمِ شَرِيفٍ. | ١٢ 12 |
Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
| اِرْجِعِي، ٱرْجِعِي يَا شُولَمِّيثُ. ٱرْجِعِي، ٱرْجِعِي فَنَنْظُرَ إِلَيْكِ. مَاذَا تَرَوْنَ فِي شُولَمِّيثَ، مِثْلَ رَقْصِ صَفَّيْنِ؟ | ١٣ 13 |
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
