ﻧﺸﻴﺪ ﺍﻷﻧﺸﺎ 7 ~ Song of Solomon 7

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1 م ا أجْمَلَ قَدَمَيكِ فِي الحِذاءِ، يا نَبِيلَةَ الأصلِ! مُنعَطَفاتُ فَخذَيكِ كَحِلِيٍّ صَنَعَها صانِعٌ ماهِرٌ.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

2 س ُرَّتُكِ كَطاسٍ مُدَوَّرَةٍ لا تَنقُصُها خَمرٌ مَمزُوجَةٌ. بَطنُكِ كَكَومَةٍ مِنَ القَمحٍ، مُحاطٌ بِالزُّهُورِ.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

3 ث َدْياكِ كابنَيِّ ظَبيٍ، كَتَوأمَي غَزالٍ.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

4 ع ُنُقُكِ كَبُرجٍ مِنَ العاجِ. عَيناكِ كَبُرجِ حَشْبُونَ عِندَ بَوّابَةِ بَثَّ رَبِّيمَ أنفُكِ كَبُرجِ لُبنانَ الَّذِي يَتَطَلَّعُ نَحوَ دِمَشقَ.

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 ر َأسُكِ يُتَوِّجُكِ كَجَبَلِ الكَرْمِلِ. خُصلاتُ شَعرِكِ كَسِتارَةٍ أُرجُوانِيَّةٍ، يَتَعَلَّقُ المَلِكُ بِأهدابِها.

Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

6 م ا أجْمَلَكِ، وَما أبْهَجَكِ، يا حَبِيبَتِي، أيَّتُها البِنتُ المُبهِجَةُ!

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

7 ج َلِيلَةٌ أنتِ كَشَجَرَةِ نَخِيلٍ، وَثَدْياكِ كَعَناقِيدِ البَلَحِ.

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

8 ق ُلْتُ سَأتَسَلَّقُ شَجَرَةَ النَّخِيلِ، وَسَأُمسِكُ بَعضَ أغصانِها. لِتَكُنْ كَعَناقِيدِ العِنَبِ ثَدِياكِ، وَكالشَّمسِ رائِحَةُ أنفاسِكِ.

I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

9 و َفَمُكِ كَأفضَلِ نَبيذٍ. نَعَمْ تَنسابُ بِرِفقٍ مِنْ أجلِ حَبِيبِي، وَتَنتَشِرُ عَلَى شَفَتَيَّ وَأسنانِي. هِيَ تَقُولُ:

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

10 أ نا لِحَبِيبِي، وَهُوَ يَشتاقُ إلَيَّ.

I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

11 ت َعالَ، يا حَبِيبِي، وَلنَذهَبْ إلَى الحَقلِ. لِنُمضِ اللَّيلَةَ فِي القُرَى.

Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

12 س َنُبَكِّرُ إلَى الكُرُومِ. وَسَنَرَى إنْ كانَت قَد أزهَرَتِ الكُرُومُ، أوْ تَفَتَّحَتِ البَراعِمُ، أوْ تَوَرَّدَ الرُّمّانُ. هُناكَ سَأُعْطِيكَ حُبِّي.

Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

13 ت ُطلِقُ وُرُودُ الوُدِّ رائِحَتَها الذَكِيَّةَ، وَكُلُّ أنواعِ أطايِبِ الثِّمارِ القَدِيمَةِ وَالجَدِيدَةِ فَوقَ أبوابِنا، حَفِظتُ هَذِهِ كُلَّها لَكَ يا حَبِيبِي.

The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.