Song of Solomon 2

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

أَنَا نَرْجِسُ شَارُونَ، سَوْسَنَةُ الأَوْدِيَةِ.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

كَالسَّوْسَنَةِ بَيْنَ الشَّوْكِ كَذلِكَ حَبِيبَتِي بَيْنَ الْبَنَاتِ.

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

كَالتُّفَّاحِ بَيْنَ شَجَرِ الْوَعْرِ كَذلِكَ حَبِيبِي بَيْنَ الْبَنِينَ. تَحْتَ ظِلِّهِ اشْتَهَيْتُ أَنْ أَجْلِسَ، وَثَمَرَتُهُ حُلْوَةٌ لِحَلْقِي.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

أَدْخَلَنِي إِلَى بَيْتِ الْخَمْرِ، وَعَلَمُهُ فَوْقِي مَحَبَّةٌ.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

أَسْنِدُونِي بِأَقْرَاصِ الزَّبِيبِ. أَنْعِشُونِي بِالتُّفَّاحِ، فَإِنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبًّا.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ بِالظِّبَاءِ وَبِأَيَائِلِ الْحُقُولِ، أَلاَّ تُيَقِّظْنَ وَلاَ تُنَبِّهْنَ الْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي. هُوَذَا آتٍ طَافِرًا عَلَى الْجِبَالِ، قَافِزًا عَلَى التِّلاَلِ.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

حَبِيبِي هُوَ شَبِيهٌ بِالظَّبْيِ أَوْ بِغُفْرِ الأَيَائِلِ. هُوَذَا وَاقِفٌ وَرَاءَ حَائِطِنَا، يَتَطَلَّعُ مِنَ الْكُوَى، يُوَصْوِصُ مِنَ الشَّبَابِيكِ.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

أَجَابَ حَبِيبِي وَقَالَ لِي: «قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

لأَنَّ الشِّتَاءَ قَدْ مَضَى، وَالْمَطَرَ مَرَّ وَزَالَ.

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

الزُّهُورُ ظَهَرَتْ فِي الأَرْضِ. بَلَغَ أَوَانُ الْقَضْبِ ، وَصَوْتُ الْيَمَامَةِ سُمِعَ فِي أَرْضِنَا.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

التِّينَةُ أَخْرَجَتْ فِجَّهَا، وَقُعَالُ الْكُرُومِ تُفِيحُ رَائِحَتَهَا. قُومِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي، يَا جَمِيلَتِي وَتَعَالَيْ.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

يَا حَمَامَتِي فِي مَحَاجِئِ الصَّخْرِ، فِي سِتْرِ الْمَعَاقِلِ، أَرِينِي وَجْهَكِ، أَسْمِعِينِي صَوْتَكِ، لأَنَّ صَوْتَكِ لَطِيفٌ وَوَجْهَكِ جَمِيلٌ.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

خُذُوا لَنَا الثَّعَالِبَ، الثَّعَالِبَ الصِّغَارَ الْمُفْسِدَةَ الْكُرُومِ، لأَنَّ كُرُومَنَا قَدْ أَقْعَلَتْ.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

حَبِيبِي لِي وَأَنَا لَهُ. الرَّاعِي بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

إِلَى أَنْ يَفِيحَ النَّهَارُ وَتَنْهَزِمَ الظِّلاَلُ، ارْجعْ وَأَشْبِهْ يَا حَبِيبِي الظَّبْيَ أَوْ غُفْرَ الأَيَائِلِ عَلَى الْجِبَالِ الْمُشَعَّبَةِ.