Song of Solomon 4

1 How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.

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.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

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

3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

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

4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.

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

5 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

5 نَهْدَاكِ كَتَوْأَمَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ، تَوْأَمَيْنِ يَرْعَيَانِ بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ.

6 Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

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

7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.

7 كُلُّكِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي وَلا عَيْبَ فِيكِ.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

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.

9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.

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

10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.

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

11 Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.

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

12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

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

13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,

13 أَغْرَاسُكِ فِرْدَوْسُ رُمَّانٍ مَعَ خِيرَةِ الأَثْمَارِ وَالحِنَّاءِ وَالنَّارْدِينِ.

14 with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.

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

15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.

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

16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.

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