نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ 1
| نَشِيدُ ٱلْأَنْشَادِ ٱلَّذِي لِسُلَيْمَانَ: | ١ 1 |
Solomon's song of songs.
| لِيُقَبِّلْنِي بِقُبْلَاتِ فَمِهِ، لِأَنَّ حُبَّكَ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ. | ٢ 2 |
Kiss me, kiss me with your mouth again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine.
| لِرَائِحَةِ أَدْهَانِكَ ٱلطَّيِّبَةِ. ٱسْمُكَ دُهْنٌ مُهْرَاقٌ، لِذَلِكَ أَحَبَّتْكَ ٱلْعَذَارَى. | ٣ 3 |
I love the way you smell from the perfumed oils you use. You have quite a reputation—it spreads like spilled perfumed oil. It's not surprising that all the young women adore you!
| اُجْذُبْنِي وَرَاءَكَ فَنَجْرِيَ. أَدْخَلَنِي ٱلْمَلِكُ إِلَى حِجَالِهِ. نَبْتَهِجُ وَنَفْرَحُ بِكَ. نَذْكُرُ حُبَّكَ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ. بِٱلْحَقِّ يُحِبُّونَكَ. | ٤ 4 |
Take me by the hand—let's run! (The king has brought me to his bedroom.) Let's be happy together and find pleasure in your love. Your love is far better than wine! Women are right to adore you so!
| أَنَا سَوْدَاءُ وَجَمِيلَةٌ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ، كَخِيَامِ قِيدَارَ، كَشُقَقِ سُلَيْمَانَ. | ٥ 5 |
I'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
| لَا تَنْظُرْنَ إِلَيَّ لِكَوْنِي سَوْدَاءَ، لِأَنَّ ٱلشَّمْسَ قَدْ لَوَّحَتْنِي. بَنُو أُمِّي غَضِبُوا عَلَيَّ. جَعَلُونِي نَاطُورَةَ ٱلْكُرُومِ. أَمَّا كَرْمِي فَلَمْ أَنْطُرْهُ. | ٦ 6 |
Don't look down on me because I'm black, because the sun has burned me. My brothers were angry with me and made me look after the vineyards, so I couldn't look after my own vineyard.
| أَخْبِرْنِي يَا مَنْ تُحِبُّهُ نَفْسِي، أَيْنَ تَرْعَى، أَيْنَ تُرْبِضُ عِنْدَ ٱلظَّهِيرَةِ. لِمَاذَا أَنَا أَكُونُ كَمُقَنَّعَةٍ عِنْدَ قُطْعَانِ أَصْحَابِكَ؟ | ٧ 7 |
My love, please tell me where you're taking your flock. Where will you rest them at noon? For why should I have to wear a veil while looking for you among the flocks of your companions?
| إِنْ لَمْ تَعْرِفِي أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ، فَٱخْرُجِي عَلَى آثَارِ ٱلْغَنَمِ، وَٱرْعَيْ جِدَاءَكِ عِنْدَ مَسَاكِنِ ٱلرُّعَاةِ. | ٨ 8 |
If you really don't know, you who are more beautiful than any other woman, then follow the tracks of my flock, and let your goats graze near the shepherd's tents.
| لَقَدْ شَبَّهْتُكِ يَا حَبِيبَتِي بِفَرَسٍ فِي مَرْكَبَاتِ فِرْعَوْنَ. | ٩ 9 |
My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,
| مَا أَجْمَلَ خَدَّيْكِ بِسُمُوطٍ، وَعُنُقَكِ بِقَلَائِدَ! | ١٠ 10 |
Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
| نَصْنَعُ لَكِ سَلَاسِلَ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مَعَ جُمَانٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ. | ١١ 11 |
Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.
| مَا دَامَ ٱلْمَلِكُ فِي مَجْلِسِهِ أَفَاحَ نَارِدِينِي رَائِحَتَهُ. | ١٢ 12 |
As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.
| صُرَّةُ ٱلْمُرِّ حَبِيبِي لِي. بَيْنَ ثَدْيَيَّ يَبِيتُ. | ١٣ 13 |
My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.
| طَاقَةُ فَاغِيَةٍ حَبِيبِي لِي فِي كُرُومِ عَيْنِ جَدْيٍ. | ١٤ 14 |
My love is like a bunch of fragrant henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
| هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ. عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ. | ١٥ 15 |
Look at how very beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are as gentle as doves.
| هَا أَنْتَ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبِي وَحُلْوٌ، وَسَرِيرُنَا أَخْضَرُ. | ١٦ 16 |
And you, my love, are so handsome—how charming you are! The green grass is our bed,
| جَوَائِزُ بَيْتِنَا أَرْزٌ، وَرَوَافِدُنَا سَرْوٌ. | ١٧ 17 |
with cedar trees as beams for our “house,” and pine trees for the rafters.
