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 هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي، هَا أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ! عَيْنَاكِ حَمَامَتَانِ مِنْ تَحْتِ نَقَابِكِ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ رَابِضٍ عَلَى 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 كَقَطِيعِ ٱلْجَزَائِزِ ٱلصَّادِرَةِ مِنَ ٱلْغَسْلِ، ٱللَّوَاتِي كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مُتْئِمٌ، وَلَيْسَ فِيهِنَّ 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 كَسِلْكَةٍ مِنَ ٱلْقِرْمِزِ، وَفَمُكِ حُلْوٌ. خَدُّكِ كَفِلْقَةِ رُمَّانَةٍ تَحْتَ 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 كَبُرْجِ دَاوُدَ ٱلْمَبْنِيِّ لِلْأَسْلِحَةِ. أَلْفُ مِجَنٍّ عُلِّقَ عَلَيْهِ، كُلُّهَا أَتْرَاسُ ٱلْجَبَابِرَةِ.

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

5 ثَدْيَاكِ كَخِشْفَتَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ، تَوْأَمَيْنِ يَرْعَيَانِ بَيْنَ ٱلسَّوْسَنِ.

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 إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ ٱلنَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ ٱلظِّلَالُ، أَذْهَبُ إِلَى جَبَلِ ٱلْمُرِّ وَإِلَى تَلِّ ٱللُّبَانِ.

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

7 كُلُّكِ جَمِيلٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي لَيْسَ فِيكِ عَيْبَةٌ.

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 هَلُمِّي مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ يَا عَرُوسُ، مَعِي مِنْ لُبْنَانَ! ٱنْظُرِي مِنْ رَأْسِ أَمَانَةَ، مِنْ رَأْسِ شَنِيرَ وَحَرْمُونَ، مِنْ خُدُورِ ٱلْأُسُودِ، مِنْ جِبَالِ ٱلنُّمُورِ.

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 سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ. قَدْ سَبَيْتِ قَلْبِي بِإِحْدَى عَيْنَيْكِ، بِقَلَادَةٍ وَاحِدَةٍ مِنْ 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 أَحْسَنَ حُبَّكِ يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ! كَمْ مَحَبَّتُكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنَ ٱلْخَمْرِ! وَكَمْ رَائِحَةُ أَدْهَانِكِ أَطْيَبُ مِنْ كُلِّ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ!

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 يَا عَرُوسُ تَقْطُرَانِ شَهْدًا. تَحْتَ لِسَانِكِ عَسَلٌ وَلَبَنٌ، وَرَائِحَةُ ثِيَابِكِ كَرَائِحَةِ لُبْنَانَ.

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

12 أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ جَنَّةٌ مُغْلَقَةٌ، عَيْنٌ مُقْفَلَةٌ، يَنْبُوعٌ مَخْتُومٌ.

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

13 أَغْرَاسُكِ فِرْدَوْسُ رُمَّانٍ مَعَ أَثْمَارٍ نَفِيسَةٍ، فَاغِيَةٍ وَنَارِدِينٍ.

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 وَكُرْكُمٍ. قَصَبِ ٱلذَّرِيرَةِ وَقِرْفَةٍ، مَعَ كُلِّ عُودِ ٱللُّبَانِ. مُرٌّ وَعُودٌ مَعَ كُلِّ أَنْفَسِ ٱلْأَطْيَابِ.

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

15 يَنْبُوعُ جَنَّاتٍ، بِئْرُ مِيَاهٍ حَيَّةٍ، وَسُيُولٌ 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 اِسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رِيحَ ٱلشَّمَالِ، وَتَعَالَيْ يَا رِيحَ ٱلْجَنُوبِ! هَبِّي عَلَى جَنَّتِي فَتَقْطُرَ أَطْيَابُهَا. لِيَأْتِ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ وَيَأْكُلْ ثَمَرَهُ ٱلنَّفِيسَ.