1 أ ينَ مَضَى حَبِيبُكِ، يا أجمَلَ الجَمِيلاتِ؟ فِي أيِّ اتِّجاهٍ مَضَى حَبِيبُكِ؟ قُولِي لَنا، فَنَبحَثَ عَنهُ مَعَكِ. هِيَ تَقُولُ للفتَيات:
Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
2 ح َبِيبِي نَزَلَ إلَى بُستانِهِ، إلَى أحواضِ الأطيابِ. نَزَلَ لِيَرعَى فِي البَساتِينِ وَيَقطِفَ الزَّنابِقَ.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 أ نا لِحَبِيبِي، وَحَبِيبِي لِي. هُوَ بَينَ الزَّنابِقِ يَرعَى. هُوَ يَقُولُ لَها:
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth among the lilies.
4 أ نتِ جَمِيلَةٌ كَمَدِينَةِ تِرْصَةَ، يا حَبِيبَتِي، وَبَدِيعَةٌ كَمَدينَةِ القُدْسِ. مُذهِلَةٌ كَجَيشٍ يَرفَعُ راياتِهِ.
Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
5 ح َوِّلِي عَينَيكِ عَنِّي، لأنَّهُما تَقوَيانِ عَلَيَّ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ يَنحَدِرُ مِنْ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعادَ،
Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.
6 و َأسنانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ النِّعاجِ المَجْزُوزَةِ وَالمَغسُولَةِ للِتَوِّ. كُلُّها تَلِدُ تَوائِمَ، لَمْ تُسقِط إحداها حَمَلاً.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
7 ك َفَلْقَةِ رُمّانٍ هُوَ خَدُّكِ تَحتَ خِمارِكِ.
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
8 ر ُبَّما تُوجَدُ سِتُّونَ مَلِكَةً، وَثَمانُونَ جارِيَةً، وَفَتَياتٌ بِلا عَدَدٍ،
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
9 ل َكِنْ فَرِيدَةٌ هِيَ يَمامَتِي، كامِلَتِي. فَرِيدَةٌ عِندَ أُمِّها الَّتِي وَلَدَتها. الشّابّاتُ رَأيْنَها فَمَدَحْنَها. المَلِكاتُ وَالجَوارِي مَدَحْنَها. الفتياتُ يمدحنَها:
My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 م َنْ هِيَ هَذِهِ الَّتِي تُطِلُّ كَالفَجرِ؟ مَنْ هَذِهِ الجَمِيلَةُ كَالقَمَرِ، السّاطِعَةُ كَالشَّمسِ، المُرهِبَةُ كَجَيشٍ يَرفَعُ راياتِهِ؟ هُوَ يَقُولُ لَها:
Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
11 ن َزَلتُ إلَى بُسْتانِ الجَوزِ، وَنَظرْتُ إلَى البَراعِمِ فِي الوادِي، لأرَى إنْ كانَتِ الكُرُومُ قَدْ أزهَرَتْ، وَالرُّمّانُ قَد نَضِجَ.
I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
12 ف َلَمْ أشعُرْ إلّا وَأنا بَينَ مَركَباتِ شَعبِي. الفتياتُ يُنادينَهُا:
Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
13 ا رْجِعِي، ارْجِعِي، يا سَلمَى. ارْجِعِي، ارْجِعِي، فَنَنظُرَ إلَيكِ. لِماذا تُحَدِّقُونَ فِي سَلمَى وَهِيَ تَرقُصُ رَقصَةَ النَّصرِ؟
Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee.—What would ye look upon in the Shulamite?—As it were the dance of two camps.