1 “ I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my perfume with my spice. I have eaten my honey and the comb. I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat and drink, friends. Drink much, O lovers.” The Fourth Song The Woman

جِئتُ إلَى بُستانِي، يا عَزِيزَتِي وَعَرُوسِي. وَقَطَعتُ مُرِّي مَعَ أطيابِي. أكَلتُ شَهدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي. شَرِبتُ نَبيذِي وَلَبَنِي. الفتياتُ يَقُلْنَ لَهُما: كُلا وَاشرَبُا، أيُّها الصَّدِيقانِ، وَانتَشِيا بِالحُبِّ. هِيَ تَقُولُ:

2 “ I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My love was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet from the water on the grass in the early morning. My hair is wet from the night.’

أنا نائِمَةٌ لَكِنَّ قَلبِي مُستَيقِظٌ. فَسَمَعتُ صَوتاً! كانَ حَبِيبِي يَقرَعُ وَيَقُولُ: «افتَحِي لِيَ البابَ، يا عَزِيزَتِي وَيا رَفِيقَتِي، يا يَمامَتِي الَّتِي لا يَنقُصُكِ شَيءٌ. فَرَأسِي مَنقُوعٌ فِي النَّدَى، وَشَعرِي مُبَلَّلٌ بِرَذاذِ اللَّيلِ.»

3 I have taken off my dress. How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them dirty again?

فَقُلتُ لَهُ: «خَلَعْتُ ثِيابِي، فَهَلْ ألبَسُها مِنْ جَدِيدٍ؟ غَسَّلتُ قَدَمَيَّ، فَهَلْ أُوَسِّخُهُما؟»

4 M y love put his hand through the opening, and joy filled my heart.

فَمَدَّ حَبِيبِي يَدَهُ إلَيَّ مِنْ فُتْحَةِ البابِ، فَدَقَّ قَلبِي بِعُنفٍ شَوقاً إلَيهِ.

5 I got up to let my love in, and perfume fell from my hands. Wet perfume fell from my fingers onto the lock.

قُمتُ لأفتَحَ لِحَبِيبِي، وَيَدايَ تَقطُرانِ مُرّاً. فَسالَ المُرُّ مِنْ أصابِعِي عَلَى مِقبَضِ البابِ.

6 I opened the door to my love, but he had already gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I looked for him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.

فَتَحتُ البابَ لِحَبِيبِي، لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي كانَ قَد ذَهَبَ وَتابَعَ سَيرَهُ. حَزِنتُ حَتَّى المَوتَ حِينَ مَضَى. بَحَثتُ عَنهُ فَلَمْ أجِدهُ. نادَيتُ عَلَيهِ فَلَمْ يُجِبْنِي.

7 T he watchmen of the city found me. They beat me and hurt me. The watchmen of the walls took my coat from me.

رَآنِي حُرّاسُ المَدِينَةِ الطَوّافُونَ، فَضَرَبُونِي وَجَرَحُونِي. وَنَزَعَ حُرّاسُ الأسوارِ خِمارِي عَنِّي.

8 I tell you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my loved one, you must tell him that I am weak with love.” Women of Jerusalem

أستَحلِفُكُنَّ، يا بَناتِ مَدينَةِ القُدْسِ، إنْ وَجَدتُنَّ حَبِيبِي، أخبِرنَهُ بِأنَّ الحُبَّ أمْرَضَنِي. الفتياتُ يَقُلْنَ لَها:

9 “ What is your loved one more than another loved one, O most beautiful among women? What is your loved one more than another loved one, that you tell us to do this?” The Woman

كَيفَ يَمتازُ حَبِيبُكِ عَنْ أيِّ حَبِيبٍ آخَرَ، يا أجمَلَ الجَمِيلاتِ؟ كَيفَ يَمتازُ حَبِيبُكِ عَلَى أيِّ حَبِيبٍ حَتَّى تَستَحلِفِينا هَكَذا؟ هِيَ تَقُولُ للفَتيات:

10 “ My loved one is bright and red, the best among 10, 000.

حَبِيبِي مُتَألِّقٌ مُتَوَرِّدٌ، مُمَيَّزٌ بَينَ ألفِ شابٍّ.

11 H is head is like gold, pure gold. His hair has waves and is black as a raven.

رَأسُهُ ذَهَبٌ مِنْ مَدِينَةِ إبرِيزَ، خُصُلاتُ شَعْرِهِ أغصانُ نَخِيلٍ، سَوداءٌ كَالغُرابِ.

12 H is eyes are like doves beside rivers of water, washed in milk, and resting in their places.

عَيناهُ كَيَمامَتَينِ عِندَ جَداوِلِ المِياهِ، تَستَحِمّانِ فِي الحَلِيبِ، كَجَوهَرَتَينِ فِي مَكانِهِما.

13 H is cheeks are like beds of spices, with sweet-smelling plants. His lips are like lily flowers giving off drops of perfume.

خَدّاهُ كَحَوضَي أطيابٍ تُطلِعُ أعشاباً طَيِّبَةً. وَشَفَتاهُ كَزَنبَقَتَينِ تَقطُرانِ مُرّاً سائِلاً.

14 H is hands are strong pieces of gold set with stones of much worth. His body is made of ivory set with stones of much worth.

ذِراعاهُ قَضِيبانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مُرَصَّعانِ بِاليَشْبِ. جِسمُهُ تُحفَةٌ مِنَ العاجِ المُزّيَّنِ بِالياقُوتِ الأزرَقِ.

15 H is legs are pillars of clay put on bases of pure gold. He looks like Lebanon, as beautiful as the cedar trees.

ساقاهُ عَمُودانِ مِنَ المَرمَرِ قائِمانِ عَلَى قاعِدَتَينِ مِنَ الذَّهَبِ النَّقِيِّ. قامَتُهُ كَأشجارِ لُبنانَ.

16 H is mouth is very sweet, everything about him is pleasing. This is my loved one and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.”

فَمُهُ عَذْبٌ جِدّاً، وَكُلُّ ما فِيهِ شَهِيٌّ جِدّاً. هَكَذا هُوَ حَبِيبِي، وَهَكَذا هُوَ خَلِيلِي يا بَناتِ مَدينَةِ القُدْسِ.