Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

1 مَا أَجْمَلَ رِجْلَيْكِ بِٱلنَّعْلَيْنِ يَا بِنْتَ ٱلْكَرِيمِ! دَوَائِرُ فَخْذَيْكِ مِثْلُ ٱلْحَلِيِّ، صَنْعَةِ يَدَيْ صَنَّاعٍ.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

2 سُرَّتُكِ كَأْسٌ مُدَوَّرَةٌ، لَا يُعْوِزُهَا شَرَابٌ مَمْزُوجٌ. بَطْنُكِ صُبْرَةُ حِنْطَةٍ مُسَيَّجَةٌ بِٱلسَّوْسَنِ.

3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

3 ثَدْيَاكِ كَخَشْفَتَيْنِ، تَوْأَمَيْ ظَبْيَةٍ.

4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

4 عُنُقُكِ كَبُرْجٍ مِنْ عَاجٍ. عَيْنَاكِ كَٱلْبِرَكِ فِي حَشْبُونَ عِنْدَ بَابِ بَثِّ رَبِّيمَ. أَنْفُكِ كَبُرْجِ لُبْنَانَ ٱلنَّاظِرِ تُجَاهَ دِمَشْقَ.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

5 رَأْسُكِ عَلَيْكِ مِثْلُ ٱلْكَرْمَلِ، وَشَعْرُ رَأْسِكِ كَأُرْجُوَانٍ. مَلِكٌ قَدْ أُسِرَ بِٱلْخُصَلِ.

6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

6 مَا أَجْمَلَكِ وَمَا أَحْلَاكِ أَيَّتُهَا ٱلْحَبِيبَةُ بِٱللَّذَّاتِ!

7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

7 قَامَتُكِ هَذِهِ شَبِيهَةٌ بِٱلنَّخْلَةِ، وَثَدْيَاكِ بِٱلْعَنَاقِيدِ.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

8 قُلْتُ: «إِنِّي أَصْعَدُ إِلَى ٱلنَّخْلَةِ وَأُمْسِكُ بِعُذُوقِهَا». وَتَكُونُ ثَدْيَاكِ كَعَنَاقِيدِ ٱلْكَرْمِ، وَرَائِحَةُ أَنْفِكِ كَٱلتُّفَّاحِ،

9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.

9 وَحَنَكُكِ كَأَجْوَدِ ٱلْخَمْرِ. لِحَبِيبِي ٱلسَّائِغَةُ ٱلْمُرَقْرِقَةُ ٱلسَّائِحَةُ عَلَى شِفَاهِ ٱلنَّائِمِينَ.

10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

10 أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي، وَإِلَيَّ ٱشْتِيَاقُهُ.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.

11 تَعَالَ يَاحَبِيبِي لِنَخْرُجْ إِلَى ٱلْحَقْلِ، وَلْنَبِتْ فِي ٱلْقُرَى.

12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

12 لِنُبَكِّرَنَّ إِلَى ٱلْكُرُومِ، لِنَنْظُرَ: هَلْ أَزْهَرَ ٱلْكَرْمُ؟ هَلْ تَفَتَّحَ ٱلْقُعَالُ؟ هَلْ نَوَّرَ ٱلرُّمَّانُ؟ هُنَالِكَ أُعْطِيكَ حُبِّي.

13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

13 اَللُّفَّاحُ يَفُوحُ رَائِحَةً، وَعِنْدَ أَبْوَابِنَا كُلُّ ٱلنَّفَائِسِ مِنْ جَدِيدَةٍ وَقَدِيمَةٍ، ذَخَرْتُهَا لَكَ يَاحَبِيبِي.