< نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 8 >
لَيْتَكَ كَأَخٍ لِي ٱلرَّاضِعِ ثَدْيَيْ أُمِّي، فَأَجِدَكَ فِي ٱلْخَارِجِ وَأُقَبِّلَكَ وَلَا يُخْزُونَنِي. | ١ 1 |
Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
وَأَقُودُكَ وَأَدْخُلُ بِكَ بَيْتَ أُمِّي، وَهِيَ تُعَلِّمُنِي، فَأَسْقِيكَ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ ٱلْمَمْزُوجَةِ مِنْ سُلَافِ رُمَّانِي. | ٢ 2 |
I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي. | ٣ 3 |
His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ أَلَّا تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلَا تُنَبِّهْنَ ٱلْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ. | ٤ 4 |
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
مَنْ هَذِهِ ٱلطَّالِعَةُ مِنَ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ مُسْتَنِدَةً عَلَى حَبِيبِهَا؟ تَحْتَ شَجَرَةِ ٱلتُّفَّاحِ شَوَّقْتُكَ، هُنَاكَ خَطَبَتْ لَكَ أُمُّكَ، هُنَاكَ خَطَبَتْ لَكَ وَالِدَتُكَ. | ٥ 5 |
Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Beloved Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labour and bore you.
اِجْعَلْنِي كَخَاتِمٍ عَلَى قَلْبِكَ، كَخَاتِمٍ عَلَى سَاعِدِكَ. لِأَنَّ ٱلْمَحَبَّةَ قَوِيَّةٌ كَٱلْمَوْتِ. ٱلْغَيْرَةُ قَاسِيَةٌ كَٱلْهَاوِيَةِ. لَهِيبُهَا لَهِيبُ نَارِ لَظَى ٱلرَّبِّ. (Sheol ) | ٦ 6 |
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. (Sheol )
مِيَاهٌ كَثِيرَةٌ لَا تَسْتَطِيعُ أَنْ تُطْفِئَ ٱلْمَحَبَّةَ، وَٱلسُّيُولُ لَا تَغْمُرُهَا. إِنْ أَعْطَى ٱلْإِنْسَانُ كُلَّ ثَرْوَةِ بَيْتِهِ بَدَلَ ٱلْمَحَبَّةِ، تُحْتَقَرُ ٱحْتِقَارًا. | ٧ 7 |
Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
لَنَا أُخْتٌ صَغِيرَةٌ لَيْسَ لَهَا ثَدْيَانِ. فَمَاذَا نَصْنَعُ لِأُخْتِنَا فِي يَوْمٍ تُخْطَبُ؟ | ٨ 8 |
We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
إِنْ تَكُنْ سُورًا فَنَبْنِي عَلَيْهَا بُرْجَ فِضَّةٍ. وَإِنْ تَكُنْ بَابًا فَنَحْصُرُهَا بِأَلْوَاحِ أَرْزٍ. | ٩ 9 |
If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
أَنَا سُورٌ وَثَدْيَايَ كَبُرْجَيْنِ. حِينَئِذٍ كُنْتُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَوَاجِدَةٍ سَلَامَةً. | ١٠ 10 |
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
كَانَ لِسُلَيْمَانَ كَرْمٌ فِي بَعْلَ هَامُونَ. دَفَعَ ٱلْكَرْمَ إِلَى نَوَاطِيرَ، كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ يُؤَدِّي عَنْ ثَمَرِهِ أَلْفًا مِنَ ٱلْفِضَّةِ. | ١١ 11 |
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
كَرْمِي ٱلَّذِي لِي هُوَ أَمَامِي. ٱلْأَلْفُ لَكَ يَا سُلَيْمَانُ، وَمِئَتَانِ لِنَوَاطِيرِ ٱلثَّمَرِ. | ١٢ 12 |
My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَالِسَةُ فِي ٱلْجَنَّاتِ، ٱلْأَصْحَابُ يَسْمَعُونَ صَوْتَكِ، فَأَسْمِعِينِي. | ١٣ 13 |
You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
اُهْرُبْ يَا حَبِيبِي، وَكُنْ كَٱلظَّبْيِ أَوْ كَغُفْرِ ٱلْأَيَائِلِ عَلَى جِبَالِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ. | ١٤ 14 |
Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!