SONG OF SOLOMON 5	نشيد الانشاد 5
1 The Beloved I have come to my garden, my sister, my spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. (To His Friends) Eat, O friends! Drink, yes, drink deeply, O beloved ones!	1 قَدْ دَخَلْتُ جَنَّتِي يَا أُخْتِي الْعَرُوسُ. قَطَفْتُ مُرِّي مَعَ طِيبِي. أَكَلْتُ شَهْدِي مَعَ عَسَلِي. شَرِبْتُ خَمْرِي مَعَ لَبَنِي. كُلُوا أَيُّهَا الأَصْحَابُ. اشْرَبُوا وَاسْكَرُوا أَيُّهَا الأَحِبَّاءُ.
2 The Shulamite I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, "Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night."	2 أَنَا نَائِمَةٌ وَقَلْبِي مُسْتَيْقِظٌ. صَوْتُ حَبِيبِي قَارِعاً: «اِفْتَحِي لِي يَا أُخْتِي يَا حَبِيبَتِي يَا حَمَامَتِي يَا كَامِلَتِي لأَنَّ رَأْسِي امْتَلَأَ مِنَ الطَّلِّ وَقُصَصِي مِنْ نَدَى اللَّيْلِ».
3 I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them?	3 قَدْ خَلَعْتُ ثَوْبِي فَكَيْفَ أَلْبِسُهُ؟ قَدْ غَسَلْتُ رِجْلَيَّ فَكَيْفَ أُوَسِّخُهُمَا؟
4 My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door, And my heart yearned for him.	4 حَبِيبِي مَدَّ يَدَهُ مِنَ الْكُوَّةِ فَأَنَّتْ عَلَيْهِ أَحْشَائِي.
5 I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.	5 قُمْتُ لأَفْتَحَ لِحَبِيبِي وَيَدَايَ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً وَأَصَابِعِي مُرٌّ قَاطِرٌ عَلَى مَقْبَضِ الْقُفْلِ.
6 I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.	6 فَتَحْتُ لِحَبِيبِي لَكِنَّ حَبِيبِي تَحَوَّلَ وَعَبَرَ. نَفْسِي خَرَجَتْ عِنْدَمَا أَدْبَرَ. طَلَبْتُهُ فَمَا وَجَدْتُهُ. دَعَوْتُهُ فَمَا أَجَابَنِي.
7 The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls Took my veil away from me.	7 وَجَدَنِي الْحَرَسُ الطَّائِفُ فِي الْمَدِينَةِ. ضَرَبُونِي. جَرَحُونِي. حَفَظَةُ الأَسْوَارِ رَفَعُوا إِزَارِي عَنِّي.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick!	8 أُحَلِّفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ إِنْ وَجَدْتُنَّ حَبِيبِي أَنْ تُخْبِرْنَهُ بِأَنِّي مَرِيضَةٌ حُبّاً.
9 The Daughters of Jerusalem What is your beloved More than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved More than another beloved, That you so charge us?	9 مَا حَبِيبُكِ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ النِّسَاءِ! مَا حَبِيبُكِ مِنْ حَبِيبٍ حَتَّى تُحَلِّفِينَا هَكَذَا!
10 The Shulamite My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.	10 حَبِيبِي أَبْيَضُ وَأَحْمَرُ. مُعْلَمٌ بَيْنَ رَبْوَةٍ.
11 His head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, And black as a raven.	11 رَأْسُهُ ذَهَبٌ إِبْرِيزٌ. قُصَصُهُ مُسْتَرْسِلَةٌ حَالِكَةٌ كَالْغُرَابِ.
12 His eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, And fitly set.	12 عَيْنَاهُ كَالْحَمَامِ عَلَى مَجَارِي الْمِيَاهِ مَغْسُولَتَانِ بِاللَّبَنِ جَالِسَتَانِ فِي وَقْبَيْهِمَا.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh.	13 خَدَّاهُ كَخَمِيلَةِ الطِّيبِ وَأَتْلاَمِ رَيَاحِينَ ذَكِيَّةٍ. شَفَتَاهُ سَوْسَنٌ تَقْطُرَانِ مُرّاً مَائِعاً.
14 His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl. His body is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.	14 يَدَاهُ حَلْقَتَانِ مِنْ ذَهَبٍ مُرَصَّعَتَانِ بِالزَّبَرْجَدِ. بَطْنُهُ عَاجٌ أَبْيَضُ مُغَلَّفٌ بِالْيَاقُوتِ الأَزْرَقِ.
15 His legs are pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars.	15 سَاقَاهُ عَمُودَا رُخَامٍ مُؤَسَّسَتَانِ عَلَى قَاعِدَتَيْنِ مِنْ إِبْرِيزٍ. طَلْعَتُهُ كَلُبْنَانَ. فَتًى كَالأَرْزِ.
16 His mouth is most sweet, Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, And this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!	16 حَلْقُهُ حَلاَوَةٌ وَكُلُّهُ مُشْتَهَيَاتٌ. هَذَا حَبِيبِي وَهَذَا خَلِيلِي يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ.