1 W hither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?

أينَ مَضَى حَبِيبُكِ، يا أجمَلَ الجَمِيلاتِ؟ فِي أيِّ اتِّجاهٍ مَضَى حَبِيبُكِ؟ قُولِي لَنا، فَنَبحَثَ عَنهُ مَعَكِ. هِيَ تَقُولُ للفتَيات:

2 M y beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

حَبِيبِي نَزَلَ إلَى بُستانِهِ، إلَى أحواضِ الأطيابِ. نَزَلَ لِيَرعَى فِي البَساتِينِ وَيَقطِفَ الزَّنابِقَ.

3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth his flock among the lilies,

أنا لِحَبِيبِي، وَحَبِيبِي لِي. هُوَ بَينَ الزَّنابِقِ يَرعَى. هُوَ يَقُولُ لَها:

4 T hou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

أنتِ جَمِيلَةٌ كَمَدِينَةِ تِرْصَةَ، يا حَبِيبَتِي، وَبَدِيعَةٌ كَمَدينَةِ القُدْسِ. مُذهِلَةٌ كَجَيشٍ يَرفَعُ راياتِهِ.

5 T urn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

حَوِّلِي عَينَيكِ عَنِّي، لأنَّهُما تَقوَيانِ عَلَيَّ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ يَنحَدِرُ مِنْ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعادَ،

6 T hy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

وَأسنانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ النِّعاجِ المَجْزُوزَةِ وَالمَغسُولَةِ للِتَوِّ. كُلُّها تَلِدُ تَوائِمَ، لَمْ تُسقِط إحداها حَمَلاً.

7 T hy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

كَفَلْقَةِ رُمّانٍ هُوَ خَدُّكِ تَحتَ خِمارِكِ.

8 T here are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.

رُبَّما تُوجَدُ سِتُّونَ مَلِكَةً، وَثَمانُونَ جارِيَةً، وَفَتَياتٌ بِلا عَدَدٍ،

9 M y dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

لَكِنْ فَرِيدَةٌ هِيَ يَمامَتِي، كامِلَتِي. فَرِيدَةٌ عِندَ أُمِّها الَّتِي وَلَدَتها. الشّابّاتُ رَأيْنَها فَمَدَحْنَها. المَلِكاتُ وَالجَوارِي مَدَحْنَها. الفتياتُ يمدحنَها:

10 W ho is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

مَنْ هِيَ هَذِهِ الَّتِي تُطِلُّ كَالفَجرِ؟ مَنْ هَذِهِ الجَمِيلَةُ كَالقَمَرِ، السّاطِعَةُ كَالشَّمسِ، المُرهِبَةُ كَجَيشٍ يَرفَعُ راياتِهِ؟ هُوَ يَقُولُ لَها:

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower.

نَزَلتُ إلَى بُسْتانِ الجَوزِ، وَنَظرْتُ إلَى البَراعِمِ فِي الوادِي، لأرَى إنْ كانَتِ الكُرُومُ قَدْ أزهَرَتْ، وَالرُّمّانُ قَد نَضِجَ.

12 B efore I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people.

فَلَمْ أشعُرْ إلّا وَأنا بَينَ مَركَباتِ شَعبِي. الفتياتُ يُنادينَهُا:

13 R eturn, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?

ارْجِعِي، ارْجِعِي، يا سَلمَى. ارْجِعِي، ارْجِعِي، فَنَنظُرَ إلَيكِ. لِماذا تُحَدِّقُونَ فِي سَلمَى وَهِيَ تَرقُصُ رَقصَةَ النَّصرِ؟