< Song of Solomon 2 >

1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَنَا وَرْدَةُ شَارُونَ، سُوسَنَةُ الأَوْدِيَةِ.١
2 As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
(المُحِبُّ): كَسُوسَنَةٍ بَيْنَ أَشْوَاكٍ، هَكَذَا حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ الْبَنَاتِ.٢
3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ الْفِتْيَانِ كَشَجَرَةِ تُفَّاحٍ بَيْنَ أَشْجَارِ الْوَعْرِ، تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ اشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرُهُ حُلْوٌ لِحَلْقِي.٣
4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
أَتَى بِي إِلَى قَاعَةِ احْتِفَالِهِ، وَرَايَتُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ.٤
5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ الزَّبِيبِ، أَنْعِشُونِي بِالتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً.٥
6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.٦
7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِظِبَاءِ الصَّحْرَاءِ وَأَيَائِلِهَا أَلّا تُوْقِظْنَ أَوْ تُنَبِّهْنَ حَبِيبِي حَتَّى يَشَاءَ.٧
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
هَذَا صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي! هَا هُوَ آتٍ طَافِراً عَلَى الْجِبَالِ وَاثِباً فَوْقَ التِّلالِ.٨
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
حَبِيبِي كَظَبْيٍ أَوْ كَالأُيَّلِ الْفَتِيِّ. هَا هُوَ وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ جِدَارِنَا يَرْنُو مِنَ الْكُوَى وَيَسْتَرِقُ النَّظَرَ مِنْ خِلالِ النَّوَافِذِ الْمُشَبَّكَةِ.٩
10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
خَاطَبَنِي حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ: انْهَضِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ مَعِي،١٠
11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
فَهَا الشِّتَاءُ قَدِ انْقَضَى، وَكَفَّ الْمَطَرُ وَزَالَ.١١
12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
وَأَزْهَرَتِ الأَرْضُ، وَحَلَّ مَوْسِمُ التَّغْريِدِ، وَتَرَدَّدَ هَدِيلُ الْيَمَامِ فِي أَرْضِنَا.١٢
13 The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
قَدْ أَنْبَتَتِ التِّينَةُ فِجَّهَا، وَنَشَرَتِ الْكُرُومُ الْمُزْهِرَةُ عَبِيرَهَا، فَانْهَضِي يَا حَبِيبَتِيِ يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ.١٣
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
(المُحِبُّ): يَا حَمَامَتِي الْمُحْتَمِيَةَ بِشُقُوقِ الصَّخْرِ وَمَخَابِئِ الْجِبَالِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ وَأَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ عَذْبٌ وَمُحَيَّاكِ رَائِعٌ.١٤
15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
اقْتَنِصُوا لَنَا الثَّعَالِبَ الصِّغَارَ الَّتِي تُتْلِفُ الْكُرُومَ، فَإِنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَزْهَرَتْ.١٥
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ، هُوَ يَرْعَى قَطِيعَهُ بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ.١٦
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
إِلَى أَنْ يَطْلَعَ النَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ الظِّلالُ، ارْجِعْ يَا حَبِيبِي وَكُنْ كَالظَّبْيِ أَوِ الأُيَّلِ الْفَتِيِّ عَلَى جِبَالِ الأَطْيَابِ.١٧

< Song of Solomon 2 >