Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

1 (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): أَيْنَ ذَهَبَ حَبِيبُكِ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ النِّسَاءِ؟ إِلَى أَيْنَ تَحَوَّلَ حَبِيبُكِ فَنَبْحَثَ عَنْهُ مَعَكِ؟

2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

2 (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): قَدِ انْطَلَقَ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ، إِلَى خَمَائِلِ الأَطْيَابِ لِيَرْعَى فِي الرَّوْضَاتِ وَيَقْطِفَ السَّوْسَنَ.

3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

3 أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي، وَحَبِيبِي لِي، وَهُوَ يَرْعَى بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ.

4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

4 (المُحِبُّ): أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي كَتِرْصَةَ، حَسْنَاءُ كَأُورُشَلِيمَ، وَجَلِيلَةٌ كَجَيْشٍ يَرْفَعُ أَعْلامَهُ.

5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

5 أَشِيحِي بِعَيْنَيْكِ عَنِّي فَقَدْ قَهَرَتَانِي. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مَاعِزٍ مُنْحَدِرٍ مِنْ جِلْعَادَ.

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

6 أَسْنَانُكِ فِي بَيَاضِهَا كَقَطِيعِ غَنَمٍ خَارِجٍ مِنَ الاغْتِسَالِ؛ كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مِنْهَا ذَاتُ تَوْأَمٍ وَمَا فِيهَا عَقِيمٌ.

7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

7 خَدَّاكِ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ كَفِلْقَتَيْ رُمَّانَةٍ.

8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,

8 هُنَاكَ سِتُّونَ مَلِكَةً وَثَمَانُونَ سُرِّيَّةً وَعَذَارَى لَا يُحْصَى لَهُنَّ عَدَدٌ.

9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

9 لَكِنَّكِ يَا حَمَامَتِي يَا كَامِلَتِي فَرِيدَةٌ، الابْنَةُ الْوَحِيدَةُ لأُمِّهَا، الأَعَزُّ عَلَى مَنْ أَنْجَبَتْهَا. رَأَتْهَا الْعَذَارَى فَطَوَّبْنَهَا، وَشَاهَدَتْهَا الْمَلِكَاتُ وَالسَّرَارِي فَمَدَحْنَهَا.

10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

10 مَنْ هَذِهِ الطَّالِعَةُ كَالْفَجْرِ، الْجَمِيلَةُ كَالْبَدْرِ، الْمُشْرِقَةُ كَالشَّمْسِ، الْجَلِيلَةُ كَجَيْشٍ يَرْفَعُ أَعْلامَهُ؟

11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

11 (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): نَزَلْتُ إِلَى حَدِيقَةِ الْجَوْزِ لأَرَى ثَمَرَ الْوَادِي الْجَدِيدَ، وَأَنْظُرَ هَلْ أَزْهَرَ الْكَرْمُ وَنَوَّرَ الرُّمَّانُ؟

12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.

12 وَقَبْلَ أَنْ أُدْرِكَ مَا يَجْرِي وَجَدْتُ نَفْسِي بَيْنَ أُمَرَاءِ قَوْمِي فَهَرَبْتُ.

13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

13 (بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): ارْجِعِي، ارْجِعِي يَا شُولَمِّيثُ، اِرْجِعِي، اِرْجِعِي لِنَتَأَمَّلَ فِيكِ. (الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): مَاذَا تَرَوْنَ فِي شُولَمِّيثَ؟ (المُحِبُّ): مِثْلَ رَقْصِ صَفَّيْنِ!