Song Of Songs 6

Where has your beloved gone,
    most beautiful of women?
Which way did your beloved turn,
    that we may look for him with you?

(بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): أَيْنَ ذَهَبَ حَبِيبُكِ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَمِيلَةُ بَيْنَ النِّسَاءِ؟ إِلَى أَيْنَ تَحَوَّلَ حَبِيبُكِ فَنَبْحَثَ عَنْهُ مَعَكِ؟

My beloved has gone down to his garden,
    to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens
    and to gather lilies.

(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): قَدِ انْطَلَقَ حَبِيبِي إِلَى جَنَّتِهِ، إِلَى خَمَائِلِ الأَطْيَابِ لِيَرْعَى فِي الرَّوْضَاتِ وَيَقْطِفَ السَّوْسَنَ.

I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
    he browses among the lilies.

أَنَا لِحَبِيبِي، وَحَبِيبِي لِي، وَهُوَ يَرْعَى بَيْنَ السَّوْسَنِ.

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
    as lovely as Jerusalem,
    as majestic as troops with banners.

(المُحِبُّ): أَنْتِ جَمِيلَةٌ يَا حَبِيبَتِي كَتِرْصَةَ، حَسْنَاءُ كَأُورُشَلِيمَ، وَجَلِيلَةٌ كَجَيْشٍ يَرْفَعُ أَعْلامَهُ.

Turn your eyes from me;
    they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.

أَشِيحِي بِعَيْنَيْكِ عَنِّي فَقَدْ قَهَرَتَانِي. شَعْرُكِ كَقَطِيعِ مَاعِزٍ مُنْحَدِرٍ مِنْ جِلْعَادَ.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
    not one of them is missing.

أَسْنَانُكِ فِي بَيَاضِهَا كَقَطِيعِ غَنَمٍ خَارِجٍ مِنَ الاغْتِسَالِ؛ كُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ مِنْهَا ذَاتُ تَوْأَمٍ وَمَا فِيهَا عَقِيمٌ.

Your temples behind your veil
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.

خَدَّاكِ تَحْتَ نَقَابِكِ كَفِلْقَتَيْ رُمَّانَةٍ.

Sixty queens there may be,
    and eighty concubines,
    and virgins beyond number;

هُنَاكَ سِتُّونَ مَلِكَةً وَثَمَانُونَ سُرِّيَّةً وَعَذَارَى لَا يُحْصَى لَهُنَّ عَدَدٌ.

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.

لَكِنَّكِ يَا حَمَامَتِي يَا كَامِلَتِي فَرِيدَةٌ، الابْنَةُ الْوَحِيدَةُ لأُمِّهَا، الأَعَزُّ عَلَى مَنْ أَنْجَبَتْهَا. رَأَتْهَا الْعَذَارَى فَطَوَّبْنَهَا، وَشَاهَدَتْهَا الْمَلِكَاتُ وَالسَّرَارِي فَمَدَحْنَهَا.

Who is this that appears like the dawn,
    fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
    majestic as the stars in procession?

مَنْ هَذِهِ الطَّالِعَةُ كَالْفَجْرِ، الْجَمِيلَةُ كَالْبَدْرِ، الْمُشْرِقَةُ كَالشَّمْسِ، الْجَلِيلَةُ كَجَيْشٍ يَرْفَعُ أَعْلامَهُ؟

I went down to the grove of nut trees
    to look at the new growth in the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
    or the pomegranates were in bloom.

(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): نَزَلْتُ إِلَى حَدِيقَةِ الْجَوْزِ لأَرَى ثَمَرَ الْوَادِي الْجَدِيدَ، وَأَنْظُرَ هَلْ أَزْهَرَ الْكَرْمُ وَنَوَّرَ الرُّمَّانُ؟

Before I realized it,
    my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.^[a]

وَقَبْلَ أَنْ أُدْرِكَ مَا يَجْرِي وَجَدْتُ نَفْسِي بَيْنَ أُمَرَاءِ قَوْمِي فَهَرَبْتُ.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite;
    come back, come back, that we may gaze on you!