1 “ How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curves of your hips are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

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

2 “ Your navel is like a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is like a heap of wheat Fenced about with lilies.

سُرَّتُكِ كَطاسٍ مُدَوَّرَةٍ لا تَنقُصُها خَمرٌ مَمزُوجَةٌ. بَطنُكِ كَكَومَةٍ مِنَ القَمحٍ، مُحاطٌ بِالزُّهُورِ.

3 “ Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.

ثَدْياكِ كابنَيِّ ظَبيٍ، كَتَوأمَي غَزالٍ.

4 “ Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, Which faces toward Damascus.

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

5 “ Your head crowns you like Carmel, And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads; The king is captivated by your tresses.

رَأسُكِ يُتَوِّجُكِ كَجَبَلِ الكَرْمِلِ. خُصلاتُ شَعرِكِ كَسِتارَةٍ أُرجُوانِيَّةٍ، يَتَعَلَّقُ المَلِكُ بِأهدابِها.

6 “ How beautiful and how delightful you are, My love, with all your charms!

ما أجْمَلَكِ، وَما أبْهَجَكِ، يا حَبِيبَتِي، أيَّتُها البِنتُ المُبهِجَةُ!

7 “ Your stature is like a palm tree, And your breasts are like its clusters.

جَلِيلَةٌ أنتِ كَشَجَرَةِ نَخِيلٍ، وَثَدْياكِ كَعَناقِيدِ البَلَحِ.

8 “ I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its fruit stalks.’ Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,

قُلْتُ سَأتَسَلَّقُ شَجَرَةَ النَّخِيلِ، وَسَأُمسِكُ بَعضَ أغصانِها. لِتَكُنْ كَعَناقِيدِ العِنَبِ ثَدِياكِ، وَكالشَّمسِ رائِحَةُ أنفاسِكِ.

9 A nd your mouth like the best wine!” “ It goes down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep. The Union of Love

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

10 “ I am my beloved’s, And his desire is for me.

أنا لِحَبِيبِي، وَهُوَ يَشتاقُ إلَيَّ.

11 “ Come, my beloved, let us go out into the country, Let us spend the night in the villages.

تَعالَ، يا حَبِيبِي، وَلنَذهَبْ إلَى الحَقلِ. لِنُمضِ اللَّيلَةَ فِي القُرَى.

12 “ Let us rise early and go to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine has budded And its blossoms have opened, And whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love.

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

13 “ The mandrakes have given forth fragrance; And over our doors are all choice fruits, Both new and old, Which I have saved up for you, my beloved.

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