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أَيْنَ ذَهَبَ حَبِيبُكِ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ؟ أَيْنَ تَوَجَّهَ حَبِيبُكِ فَنَطْلُبَهُ مَعَكِ؟ ١ 1
To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
حَبِيبِي نَزَلَ إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ، إِلَى خَمَائِلِ ٱلطِّيبِ، لِيَرْعَى فِي ٱلْجَنَّاتِ، وَيَجْمَعَ ٱلسَّوْسَنَ. ٢ 2
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي وَحَبِيبِي لِي. ٱلرَّاعِي بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ. ٣ 3
I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي كَتِرْصَةَ، حَسَنَةٌ كَأُورُشَلِيمَ، مُرْهِبَةٌ كَجَيْشٍ بِأَلْوِيَةٍ. ٤ 4
You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
حَوِّلِي عَنِّي عَيْنَيْكِ فَإِنَّهُمَا قَدْ غَلَبَتَانِي. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ ٱلْمَعْزِ ٱلرَّابِضِ فِي جِلْعَادَ. ٥ 5
Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ نِعَاجٍ صَادِرةٍ مِنَ ٱلْغَسْلِ، ٱللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ وَلَيْسَ فِيهَا عَقِيمٌ. ٦ 6
Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ خَدُّكِ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ. ٧ 7
As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
هُنَّ سِتُّونَ مَلِكَةً وَثَمَانُونَ سُرِّيَّةً وَعَذَارَى بِلَا عَدَدٍ. ٨ 8
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
وَاحِدَةٌ هِيَ حَمَامَتِي كَامِلَتِي. ٱلْوَحِيدَةُ لِأُمِّهَا هِيَ. عَقِيلَةُ وَالِدَتِهَا هِيَ. رَأَتْهَا ٱلْبَنَاتُ فَطَوَّبْنَهَا. ٱلْمَلِكَاتُ وَٱلسَّرَارِيُّ فَمَدَحْنَهَا. ٩ 9
One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
مَنْ هِيَ ٱلْمُشْرِفَةُ مِثْلَ ٱلصَّبَاحِ، جَمِيلَةٌ كَٱلْقَمَرِ، طَاهِرَةٌ كَٱلشَّمْسِ، مُرْهِبَةٌ كَجَيْشٍ بِأَلْوِيَةٍ؟ ١٠ 10
“Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
نَزَلْتُ إِلَى جَنَّةِ ٱلْجَوْزِ لِأَنْظُرَ إِلَى خُضَرِ ٱلْوَادِي، وَلِأَنْظُرَ: هَلْ أَقْعَلَ ٱلْكَرْمُ؟ هَلْ نَوَّرَ ٱلرُّمَّانُ؟ ١١ 11
To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
فَلَمْ أَشْعُرْ إِلَّا وَقَدْ جَعَلَتْنِي نَفْسِي بَيْنَ مَرْكَبَاتِ قَوْمِ شَرِيفٍ. ١٢ 12
I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
اِرْجِعِي، ٱرْجِعِي يَا شُولَمِّيثُ. ٱرْجِعِي، ٱرْجِعِي فَنَنْظُرَ إِلَيْكِ. مَاذَا تَرَوْنَ فِي شُولَمِّيثَ، مِثْلَ رَقْصِ صَفَّيْنِ؟ ١٣ 13
Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?

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