نَشِيد الأنشاد 4

١ 1 (الْمُحِبُّ): لَشَّدَ مَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، لَشَّدَ مَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ مِنْ وَرَاءِ نَقَابِكِ كَحَمَامَتَيْنِ، وَشَعْرُكِ لِسَوَادِهِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ مُنْحَدِرٍ مِنْ جَبَلِ جِلْعَادَ.

[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

٢ 2 أَسْنَانُكِ كَقَطِيعٍ مَجْزُوزٍ خَارِجٍ مِنَ الاغْتِسَالِ، كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ ذَاتُ تَوْأَمٍ، وَمَا فِيهَا عَقِيمٌ.

Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:

٣ 3 شَفَتَاكِ كَخَيْطٍ مِنَ الْقِرْمِزِ، وَحَدِيثُ فَمِكِ عَذْبٌ، وَخَدَّاكِ كَفِلْقَتَيْ رُمَّانَةٍ خَلْفَ نَقَابِكِ.

Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:

٤ 4 عُنُقُكِ مُمُاثِلٌ لِبُرْجِ دَاوُدَ الْمُشَيَّدِ لِيَكُونَ قَلْعَةً لِلسِّلاحِ، حَيْثُ عُلِّقَ فِيهِ أَلْفُ تُرْسٍ مِنْ تُرُوسِ الْمُحَارِبِينَ الصَّنَادِيدِ.

Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:

٥ 5 نَهْدَاكِ كَتَوْأَمَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ، تَوْأَمَيْنِ يَرْعَيَانِ بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ.

Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.

٦ 6 وَمَا يَكَادُ يَتَنَفَّسُ النَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمُ الظِّلالُ حَتَّى أَنْطَلِقَ إِلَى جَبَلِ الْمُرِّ وَإِلَى تَلِّ اللُّبَانِ.

Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.

٧ 7 كُلُّكِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي وَلا عَيْبَ فِيكِ.

Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.

٨ 8 تَعَالَيْ مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ يَا عَرُوسِي. تَعَالَيْ مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ! انْظُرِي مِنْ قِمَّةِ جَبَلِ أَمَانَةَ، مِنْ رَأْسِ سَنِيرَ وَحَرْمُونَ، فِي عَرِينِ الأُسُودِ، مِنْ جِبَالِ النُّمُورِ.

With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

٩ 9 قَدْ سَلَبْتِ قَلْبِي، يَا أُخْتِي يَا عَرُوسِي! قَدْ سَلَبْتِ قَلْبِي بِنَظْرَةِ عَيْنَيْكِ وَقِلادَةِ عُنُقِكِ.

Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.

١٠ 10 مَا أَعْذَبَ حُبَّكِ يَا أُخْتِي يَا عَرُوسِي! لَكَمْ حُبُّكِ أَلَذُّ مِنَ الْخَمْرِ، وَأَرِيجُ أَطْيَابِكِ أَزْكَى مِنْ كُلِّ الْعُطُورِ.

How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:

١١ 11 شَفَتَاكِ تَقْطُرَانِ شَهْداً أَيَّتُهَا الْعَرُوسُ، وَتَحْتَ لِسَانِكِ عَسَلٌ وَلَبَنٌ، وَرَائِحَةُ ثِيَابِكِ كَشَذَى لُبْنَانَ.

With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

١٢ 12 أَنْتِ جَنَّةٌ مُغْلَقَةٌ يَا أُخْتِي الْعَرُوسَ. أَنْتِ عَيْنٌ مُقْفَلَةٌ وَيَنْبُوعٌ مَخْتُومٌ!

A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:

١٣ 13 أَغْرَاسُكِ فِرْدَوْسُ رُمَّانٍ مَعَ خِيرَةِ الأَثْمَارِ وَالحِنَّاءِ وَالنَّارْدِينِ.

Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:

١٤ 14 نَارِدِينٍ وَزَعْفَرَانَ، قَصَبِ الذَّرِيرَةِ وَقِرْفَةٍ مَعَ كُلِّ أَصْنَافِ اللُّبَانِ وَالْمُرِّ وَالْعُودِ مَعَ أَفْخَرِ الْعُطُورِ.

Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:

١٥ 15 أَنْتِ يَنْبُوعُ جَنَّاتٍ وَبِئْرُ مِيَاهٍ حَيَّةٍ وَجَدَاوِلُ دَافِقَةٌ مِنْ لُبْنَانَ.

A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.

١٦ 16 (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): اسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رِيحَ الشِّمَالِ، وَهُبِّي يَا رِيحَ الْجَنُوبِ، هُبِّي عَلَى جَنَّتِي فَيَنْتَشِرَ عَبِيرُهَا. لِيُقْبِلْ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ وَيَتَذَوَّقْ أَطْيَبَ أَثْمَارِهَا.

[SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.