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

Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you? The Shulamite

2 ح َبِيبِي نَزَلَ إلَى بُستانِهِ، إلَى أحواضِ الأطيابِ. نَزَلَ لِيَرعَى فِي البَساتِينِ وَيَقطِفَ الزَّنابِقَ.

My beloved has gone to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock 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 feeds his flock among the lilies. Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty The Beloved

4 أ نتِ جَمِيلَةٌ كَمَدِينَةِ تِرْصَةَ، يا حَبِيبَتِي، وَبَدِيعَةٌ كَمَدينَةِ القُدْسِ. مُذهِلَةٌ كَجَيشٍ يَرفَعُ راياتِهِ.

O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!

5 ح َوِّلِي عَينَيكِ عَنِّي، لأنَّهُما تَقوَيانِ عَلَيَّ. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مِعْزٍ يَنحَدِرُ مِنْ عَلَى جَبَلِ جِلْعادَ،

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

6 و َأسنانُكِ كَقَطِيعِ النِّعاجِ المَجْزُوزَةِ وَالمَغسُولَةِ للِتَوِّ. كُلُّها تَلِدُ تَوائِمَ، لَمْ تُسقِط إحداها حَمَلاً.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them.

7 ك َفَلْقَةِ رُمّانٍ هُوَ خَدُّكِ تَحتَ خِمارِكِ.

Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.

8 ر ُبَّما تُوجَدُ سِتُّونَ مَلِكَةً، وَثَمانُونَ جارِيَةً، وَفَتَياتٌ بِلا عَدَدٍ،

There are sixty queens And eighty 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, my perfect one, Is the only one, The only one of her mother, The favorite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her And 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 who looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners? The Shulamite

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

I went down to the garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed.

12 ف َلَمْ أشعُرْ إلّا وَأنا بَينَ مَركَباتِ شَعبِي. الفتياتُ يُنادينَهُا:

Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people. The Beloved and His Friends

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 you! The Shulamite What would you see in the Shulamite— As it were, the dance of the two camps?