1 ج ِئتُ إلَى بُستانِي، يا عَزِيزَتِي وَعَرُوسِي. وَقَطَعتُ مُرِّي مَعَ أطيابِي. أكَلتُ شَهدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي. شَرِبتُ نَبيذِي وَلَبَنِي. الفتياتُ يَقُلْنَ لَهُما: كُلا وَاشرَبُا، أيُّها الصَّدِيقانِ، وَانتَشِيا بِالحُبِّ. هِيَ تَقُولُ:

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam and spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly of love, O precious one.

2 أ نا نائِمَةٌ لَكِنَّ قَلبِي مُستَيقِظٌ. فَسَمَعتُ صَوتاً! كانَ حَبِيبِي يَقرَعُ وَيَقُولُ: «افتَحِي لِيَ البابَ، يا عَزِيزَتِي وَيا رَفِيقَتِي، يا يَمامَتِي الَّتِي لا يَنقُصُكِ شَيءٌ. فَرَأسِي مَنقُوعٌ فِي النَّدَى، وَشَعرِي مُبَلَّلٌ بِرَذاذِ اللَّيلِ.»

I went to sleep, but my heart stayed awake. the voice of my beloved as he knocked. Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my spotless one, for I am wet with the night dew; my hair is covered with it.

3 ف َقُلتُ لَهُ: «خَلَعْتُ ثِيابِي، فَهَلْ ألبَسُها مِنْ جَدِيدٍ؟ غَسَّلتُ قَدَمَيَّ، فَهَلْ أُوَسِّخُهُما؟»

I had put off my garment— how could I put it on? I had washed my feet—how could I soil them?

4 ف َمَدَّ حَبِيبِي يَدَهُ إلَيَّ مِنْ فُتْحَةِ البابِ، فَدَقَّ قَلبِي بِعُنفٍ شَوقاً إلَيهِ.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.

5 ق ُمتُ لأفتَحَ لِحَبِيبِي، وَيَدايَ تَقطُرانِ مُرّاً. فَسالَ المُرُّ مِنْ أصابِعِي عَلَى مِقبَضِ البابِ.

I rose up to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

6 ف َتَحتُ البابَ لِحَبِيبِي، لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي كانَ قَد ذَهَبَ وَتابَعَ سَيرَهُ. حَزِنتُ حَتَّى المَوتَ حِينَ مَضَى. بَحَثتُ عَنهُ فَلَمْ أجِدهُ. نادَيتُ عَلَيهِ فَلَمْ يُجِبْنِي.

I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had turned away and withdrawn himself, and was gone! My soul went forth when he spoke, but it failed me! I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7 ر َآنِي حُرّاسُ المَدِينَةِ الطَوّافُونَ، فَضَرَبُونِي وَجَرَحُونِي. وَنَزَعَ حُرّاسُ الأسوارِ خِمارِي عَنِّي.

The watchmen who go about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil and my mantle from me.

8 أ ستَحلِفُكُنَّ، يا بَناتِ مَدينَةِ القُدْسِ، إنْ وَجَدتُنَّ حَبِيبِي، أخبِرنَهُ بِأنَّ الحُبَّ أمْرَضَنِي. الفتياتُ يَقُلْنَ لَها:

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am sick from love.

9 ك َيفَ يَمتازُ حَبِيبُكِ عَنْ أيِّ حَبِيبٍ آخَرَ، يا أجمَلَ الجَمِيلاتِ؟ كَيفَ يَمتازُ حَبِيبُكِ عَلَى أيِّ حَبِيبٍ حَتَّى تَستَحلِفِينا هَكَذا؟ هِيَ تَقُولُ للفَتيات:

What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women ? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you should give us such a charge?

10 ح َبِيبِي مُتَألِّقٌ مُتَوَرِّدٌ، مُمَيَّزٌ بَينَ ألفِ شابٍّ.

My beloved is fair and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand!

11 ر َأسُهُ ذَهَبٌ مِنْ مَدِينَةِ إبرِيزَ، خُصُلاتُ شَعْرِهِ أغصانُ نَخِيلٍ، سَوداءٌ كَالغُرابِ.

His head is the finest gold; his locks are curly and bushy and black as a raven.

12 ع َيناهُ كَيَمامَتَينِ عِندَ جَداوِلِ المِياهِ، تَستَحِمّانِ فِي الحَلِيبِ، كَجَوهَرَتَينِ فِي مَكانِهِما.

His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, bathed in milk and fitly set.

13 خ َدّاهُ كَحَوضَي أطيابٍ تُطلِعُ أعشاباً طَيِّبَةً. وَشَفَتاهُ كَزَنبَقَتَينِ تَقطُرانِ مُرّاً سائِلاً.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices or balsam, like banks of sweet herbs yielding fragrance. His lips are like bloodred anemones or lilies distilling liquid myrrh.

14 ذ ِراعاهُ قَضِيبانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مُرَصَّعانِ بِاليَشْبِ. جِسمُهُ تُحفَةٌ مِنَ العاجِ المُزّيَّنِ بِالياقُوتِ الأزرَقِ.

His hands are like rods of gold set with beryl or topaz. His body is a figure of bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

15 س اقاهُ عَمُودانِ مِنَ المَرمَرِ قائِمانِ عَلَى قاعِدَتَينِ مِنَ الذَّهَبِ النَّقِيِّ. قامَتُهُ كَأشجارِ لُبنانَ.

His legs are like strong and steady pillars of marble set upon bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent, stately, and majestic as the cedars.

16 ف َمُهُ عَذْبٌ جِدّاً، وَكُلُّ ما فِيهِ شَهِيٌّ جِدّاً. هَكَذا هُوَ حَبِيبِي، وَهَكَذا هُوَ خَلِيلِي يا بَناتِ مَدينَةِ القُدْسِ.

His voice and speech are exceedingly sweet; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!