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 قَدْ دَخَلْتُ جَنَّتِي يَا أُخْتِي ٱلْعَرُوسُ. قَطَفْتُ مُرِّي مَعَ طِيبِي. أَكَلْتُ شَهْدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي. شَرِبْتُ خَمْرِي مَعَ لَبَنِي. كُلُوا أَيُّهَا ٱلْأَصْحَابُ. ٱشْرَبُوا وَٱسْكَرُوا أَيُّهَا ٱلْأَحِبَّاءُ.

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 أَنَا نَائِمَةٌ وَقَلْبِي مُسْتَيْقِظٌ. صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي قَارِعًا: «اِفْتَحِي لِي يَا أُخْتِي، يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَاحَمَامَتِي، يَا كَامِلَتِي! لِأَنَّ رَأْسِي ٱمْتَلَأَ مِنَ ٱلطَّلِّ، وَقُصَصِي مِنْ نُدَى ٱللَّيْلِ».

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

3 قَدْ خَلَعْتُ ثَوْبِي، فَكَيْفَ أَلْبَسُهُ؟ قَدْ غَسَلْتُ رِجْلَيَّ، فَكَيْفَ أُوَسِّخُهُمَا؟

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

4 حَبِيبِي مَدَّ يَدَهُ مِنَ ٱلْكَوَّةِ، فَأَنَّتْ عَلَيْهِ أَحْشَائِي.

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 قُمْتُ لِأَفْتَحَ لِحَبِيبِي وَيَدَايَ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرًّا، وَأَصَابِعِي مُرٌّ قَاطِرٌ عَلَى مَقْبَضِ ٱلْقُفْلِ.

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 تَحَوَّلَ وَعَبَرَ. نَفْسِي خَرَجَتْ عِنْدَمَا أَدْبَرَ. طَلَبْتُهُ فَمَا وَجَدْتُهُ. دَعَوْتُهُ فَمَا أَجَابَنِي.

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 ٱلْحَرَسُ ٱلطَّائِفُ فِي ٱلْمَدِينَةِ. ضَرَبُونِي. جَرَحُونِي. حَفَظَةُ ٱلْأَسْوَارِ رَفَعُوا إِزَارِي عَنِّي.

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

8 أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ إِنْ وَجَدْتُنَّ حَبِيبِي أَنْ تُخْبِرْنَهُ بِأَنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا.

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 مَا حَبِيبُكِ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ ٱلنِّسَاءِ! مَا حَبِيبُكِ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ حَتَّى تُحَلِّفِينَا هَكَذَا!

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

10 حَبِيبِي أَبْيَضُ وَأَحْمَرُ. مُعْلَمٌ بَيْنَ رَبْوَةٍ.

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

11 رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ إِبْرِيزٌ. قُصَصُهُ مُسْتَرْسِلَةٌ حَالِكَةٌ كَٱلْغُرَابِ.

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

12 عَيْنَاهُ كَٱلْحَمَامِ عَلَى مَجَارِي ٱلْمِيَاهِ، مَغْسُولَتَانِ بِٱللَّبَنِ، جَالِسَتَانِ فِي وَقْبَيْهِمَا.

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

13 خَدَّاهُ كَخَمِيلَةِ ٱلطِّيبِ وَأَتْلَامِ رَيَاحِينَ ذَكِيَّةٍ. شَفَتَاهُ سُوْسَنٌ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرًّا مَائِعًا.

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

14 يَدَاهُ حَلْقَتَانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ، مُرَصَّعَتَانِ بِٱلزَّبَرْجَدِ. بَطْنُهُ عَاجٌ أَبْيَضُ مُغَلَّفٌ بِٱلْيَاقُوتِ ٱلْأَزْرَقِ.

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، مُؤَسَّسَتَانِ عَلَى قَاعِدَتَيْنِ مِنْ إِبْرِيزٍ. طَلْعَتُهُ كَلُبْنَانَ. فَتًى كَٱلْأَرْزِ.

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

16 حَلْقُهُ حَلَاوَةٌ وَكُلُّهُ مُشْتَهَيَاتٌ. هَذَا حَبِيبِي، وَهَذَا خَلِيلِي، يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ.