Song of Solomon 5

1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.

1 (المُحِبُّ): قَدْ جِئْتُ إِلَى جَنَّتِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا عَرُوسِي، وَقَطَفْتُ مُرِّي مَعَ أَطْيَابِي، وَأَكَلْتُ شَهْدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي، وَشَرِبْتُ خَمْرِي مَعَ لَبَنِي. (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): كُلُوا أَيُّهَا الْخُلّانُ. اشْرَبُوا حَتَّى الانْتِشَاءِ أَيُّهَا المُحِبُّونَ.

2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

2 (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): قَدْ نِمْتُ وَلَكِنَّ قَلْبِي كَانَ مُسْتَيْقِظاً. آهِ، اسْمَعُوا! هَا صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي قَارِعاً قَائِلاً: افْتَحِي لِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا حَمَامَتِي، يَا كَامِلَتِي! فَإِنَّ رَأْسِي قَدِ ابْتَلَّ مِنَ النَّدَى وَشَعْرِي مِنْ طَلِّ اللَّيْلِ.

3 I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?

3 فَقُلْتُ: قَدْ خَلَعْتُ ثَوْبِي فَكَيْفَ أَرْتَدِيهِ ثَانِيَةً؟ غَسَلْتُ قَدَمَيَّ فَكَيْفَ أُوَسِّخُهُمَا؟

4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.

4 مَدَّ حَبِيبِي يَدَهُ مِنْ كُوَّةِ الْبَابِ، فَتَحَرَّكَتْ لَهُ مَشَاعِرِي،

5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

5 فَنَهَضْتُ لأَفْتَحَ لَهُ بِيَدَيْنِ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً، وَأَصَابِعَ تَفِيضُ عِطْراً عَلَى مِزْلاجِ الْبَابِ.

6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.

6 فَتَحْتُ لِحَبِيبِي، لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي كَانَ قَدِ انْصَرَفَ وَعَبَرَ فَفَارَقَتْنِي نَفْسِي حِينَ ابْتَعَدَ. بَحَثْتُ عَنْهُ فَلَمْ أَجِدْهُ، دَعَوْتُهُ فَلَمْ يُجِبْ.

7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.

7 وَجَدَنِي الْحُرَّاسُ الْمُتَجَوِّلُونَ فِي الْمَدِينَةِ، فَانْهَالُوا عَلَيَّ ضَرْباً فَجَرَحُونِي. نَزَعَ حُرَّاسُ الأَسْوَارِ رِدَائِي عَنِّي.

8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.

8 أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ إِنْ وَجَدْتُنَّ حَبِيبِي أَنْ تُبَلِّغْنَهُ أَنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً.

9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?

9 (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): بِمَ يَفُوقُ حَبِيبُكِ الْمُحِبِّينَ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ النِّسَاءِ؟ بِمَ يَفُوقُ حَبِيبُكِ الْمُحِبِّينَ حَتَّى تَسْتَحْلِفِينَا هَكَذَا؟

10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

10 (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): حَبِيبِي مُتَأَلِّقٌ وَأَحْمَرُ، مُتَمَيِّزٌ بَيْنَ الآلَافِ.

11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

11 رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ خَالِصٌ وَشَعْرُهُ مُتَمَوِّجٌ حَالِكُ السَّوَادِ كَلَوْنِ الْغُرَابِ.

12 His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.

12 عَيْنَاهُ حَمَامَتَانِ عِنْدَ مَجَارِي الْمِيَاهِ، مَغْسُولَتَانِ مُسْتَقِرَّتَانِ فِي مَوْضِعِهِمَا.

13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

13 خَدَّاهُ كَخَمِيلَةِ طِيبٍ تَفُوحَانِ عِطْراً، وَشَفَتَاهُ كَالسَّوْسَنِ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً شَذِيّاً.

14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is polished ivory bedecked with sapphires.

14 يَدَاهُ حَلَقَتَانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مُدَوَّرَتَانِ وَمُرَصَّعَتَانِ بِالزَّبَرْجَدِ، وَجِسْمُهُ عَاجٌ مَصْقُولٌ مُغَشّىً بِالْيَاقُوتِ الأَزْرَقِ.

15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.

15 سَاقَاهُ عَمُودَا رُخَامٍ قَائِمَتَانِ عَلَى قَاعِدَتَيْنِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ نَقِيٍّ، طَلْعَتُهُ كَلُبْنَانَ، كَأَبْهَى أَشْجَارِ الأَرْزِ.

16 His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

16 فَمُهُ عَذْبٌ، وَكُلُّهُ مُشْتَهَيَاتٌ. هَذَا هُوَ حَبِيبِي وَهَذَا هُوَ خَلِيلِي يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ!