Song of Solomon 3 ~ ﻧﺸﻴﺪ ﺍﻷﻧﺸﺎ 3

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1 B y night on my bed I sought the one I love; I sought him, but I did not find him.

لَيلَةً بَعدَ لَيلَةٍ، وَأنا عَلَى فِراشِي، اشتَقتُ إلَى حَبِيبِي. بَحَثتُ عَنهُ فَلَمْ أجِدهُ.

2 I will rise now,” I said, “And go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love.” I sought him, but I did not find him.

سَأقُومُ وَأطُوفُ فِي المَدِينَةِ، فِي شَوارِعِها وَمَيادِينِها. سَأبحَثُ عَن حَبِيبِ القَلبِ. بَحَثتُ عَنهُ، فَلَمْ أجِدْهُ.

3 T he watchmen who go about the city found me; I said, “Have you seen the one I love?”

صادَفَنِي الحُرّاسُ فِي شَوارِعِ المَدِينَةِ. فَسَألتُهُمْ: «هَلْ رَأيتُمْ حَبِيبِي؟»

4 S carcely had I passed by them, When I found the one I love. I held him and would not let him go, Until I had brought him to the house of my mother, And into the chamber of her who conceived me.

وَما إنْ تَجاوَزْتُهُمْ حَتَّى وَجَدتُ حَبِيبِي. فَأمسَكتُ بِهِ، وَلَمْ أُفلِتْهُ مِنْ يَدِي، إلَى أنْ أحضَرتُهُ إلَى بَيتِ أُمِّي، وَإلَى غُرفَةِ والِدَتِي. هِيَ تَقُولُ للفَتَيات:

5 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases. The Coming of Solomon The Shulamite

يا بَناتِ القُدْسِ، أستَحلِفُكُنَّ بِالغِزلانِ وَبِالأيائِلِ البَرِّيَّةِ، ألّا تُنَبِّهْنَ أوْ تُيقِظْنَ الحُبَّ، حَتَّى أسْتَعِدَّ لَهُ. فَتياتُ القُدس:

6 W ho is this coming out of the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all the merchant’s fragrant powders?

مَنْ هَذِهِ الخارِجَةُ مِنَ الصَّحراءِ تارِكَةً أعمِدَةَ دُخّانٍ وَراءَها، يَفُوحُ مِنها شَذَى المُرِّ وَالبَخُورِ، أكثَرَ مِنْ كُلِّ مَساحِيقِ التُّجّارِ؟

7 B ehold, it is Solomon’s couch, With sixty valiant men around it, Of the valiant of Israel.

ها هِيَ أرِيكَةُ سُلَيْمانَ. يُحِيطُ بِها سِتِّونَ مُحارِباً مِنْ بَنِي إسْرائِيلَ.

8 T hey all hold swords, Being expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh Because of fear in the night.

كُلُّهُمْ حَمَلَةُ سُيُوفٍ ماهِرُونَ، مُتَمَرِّسُونَ فِي القِتالِ. كُلٌّ يَحْمِلُ سَيفَهُ عَلَى جَنبِهِ، مُستَعِدّاً لِأيِّ خَطَرٍ فِي اللَّيلِ.

9 O f the wood of Lebanon Solomon the King Made himself a palanquin:

صَنَعَ سُلَيْمانُ لِنَفسِهِ أرِيكَةً مِنْ أرْزِ لُبنانَ.

10 H e made its pillars of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple, Its interior paved with love By the daughters of Jerusalem.

طَلَى بِالفِضَّةِ أعمِدَتَها، وَبِخُيُوطِ الذَّهَبِ أغطِيَتَها. وَسائِدُها أُرجُوانٌ، وَداخِلُها مُرَصَّعٌ بِالحُبِّ.

11 G o forth, O daughters of Zion, And see King Solomon with the crown With which his mother crowned him On the day of his wedding, The day of the gladness of his heart.

اخرُجنَ، يا بَناتِ صِهْيَوْنَ، وَانظُرنَ إلَى المَلِكِ سُلَيْمانَ، انظُرنَ إلَى التَّاجِ الَّذِي تَوَّجَتهُ بِهِ أُمُّهُ فِي يَومِ عُرسِهِ، فِي يَومِ احتِفالِهِ.