Song Of Songs 8

If only you were to me like a brother,
    who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
    I would kiss you,
    and no one would despise me.

(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): لَيْتَكَ كُنْتَ أَخِي الَّذِي رَضَعَ ثَدْيَ أُمِّي، حَتَّى إِذَا الْتَقَيْتُكَ فِي الْخَارِجِ أُقَبِّلُكَ وَلَيْسَ مَنْ يَلُومُنِي!

I would lead you
    and bring you to my mother’s house—
    she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
    the nectar of my pomegranates.

ثُمَّ أَقُودُكَ وَأَدْخُلُ بِكَ بَيْتَ أُمِّي الَّتِي تُعَلِّمُنِي الْحُبَّ، فَأُقَدِّمُ لَكَ خَمْرَةً مَمْزُوجَةً مِنْ سُلافِ رُمَّانِي.

His left arm is under my head
    and his right arm embraces me.

شِمَالُهُ تَحْتَ رَأْسِي، وَيَمِينُهُ تُعَانِقُنِي.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
    Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.

أَسْتَحْلِفُكُنَّ يَا بَنَاتِ أُورُشَلِيمَ أَلّا تُوْقِظْنَ وَلا تُنَبِّهْنَ الْحَبِيبَ حَتَّى يَشَاءَ.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness
    leaning on her beloved?

(بَنَاتُ أُورُشَلِيمَ): مَنْ هَذِهِ الصَّاعِدَةُ مِنَ الْقَفْرِ مُتَّكِئَةً عَلَى حَبِيبِهَا؟

(المُحِبُّ): تَحْتَ شَجَرَةِ التُّفَّاحِ حَيْثُ حَبِلَتْ بِكِ أُمُّكِ، وَحَيْثُ تَمَخَّضَتْ بِكِ وَأَنْجَبَتْكِ، أَيْقَظْتُ فِيكِ أَشْوَاقَكِ.

Place me like a seal over your heart,
    like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
    its jealousy^[a] unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
    like a mighty flame.^[b]

(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): اجْعَلْنِي كَخَاتَمٍ عَلَى قَلْبِكَ، كَوَشْمٍ عَلَى ذِرَاعِكَ، فَإِنَّ الْمَحَبَّةَ قَوِيَّةٌ كَالْمَوْتِ، وَالْغَيْرَةَ قَاسِيَةٌ كَالْهَاوِيَةِ. وَلَهِيبَهَا لَهِيبُ نَارٍ، كَأَنَّهَا نَارُ الرَّبِّ!

Many waters cannot quench love;
    rivers cannot sweep it away.
If one were to give
    all the wealth of one’s house for love,
    it^[c] would be utterly scorned.

لَا يُمْكِنُ لِلْمِيَاهِ الْغَزِيرَةِ أَنْ تُخْمِدَ الْمَحَبَّةَ، وَلا تَسْتَطِيعُ السُّيُولُ أَنْ تَغْمُرَهَا. لَوْ بَذَلَ الإِنْسَانُ كُلَّ ثَرْوَةِ بَيْتِهِ ثَمَناً لِلْمَحَبَّةِ لاحْتُقِرَتْ أَشَدَّ الاحْتِقَارِ.

We have a little sister,
    and her breasts are not yet grown.
What shall we do for our sister
    on the day she is spoken for?

لَنَا أُخْتٌ صَغِيرَةٌ لَمْ يَنْمُ نَهْدَاهَا بَعْدُ، فَمَاذَا نَصْنَعُ لأُخْتِنَا فِي يَوْمِ خِطْبَتِهَا؟

If she is a wall,
    we will build towers of silver on her.
If she is a door,
    we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

لَوْ كَانَتْ سُوراً لَبَنَيْنَا عَلَيْهِ صَرْحاً مِنْ فِضَّةٍ، وَلَوْ كَانَتْ بَاباً لَدَعَمْنَاهُ بِأَلْوَاحٍ مِنْ أَرْزٍ.

I am a wall,
    and my breasts are like towers.
Thus I have become in his eyes
    like one bringing contentment.

(الْمَحْبُوبَةُ): أَنَا كَسُورٍ وَنَهْدَايَ كَبُرْجَيْنِ، حِينَئِذٍ صِرْتُ فِي عَيْنَيْهِ كَامِلَةً.

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon;
    he let out his vineyard to tenants.
Each was to bring for its fruit
    a thousand shekels^[d] of silver.

كَانَ لِسُلَيْمَانَ كَرْمٌ فِي بَعْلِ هَامُونَ، فَعَهِدَ بِالْكَرْمِ إِلَى النَّوَاطِيرِ عَلَى أَنْ يُؤَدِّيَ كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ مِنْهُمْ أَلْفاً مِنَ الْفِضَّةِ لِقَاءَ الثَّمَرِ.

But my own vineyard is mine to give;
    the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,
    and two hundred^[e] are for those who tend its fruit.

لَكِنَّ كَرْمِي الَّذِي لِي هُوَ أَمَامِي. الأَلْفُ لَكَ يَا سُلَيْمَانُ، وَمِئَتَانِ مِنَ الْفِضَّةِ لِلنَّوَاطِيرِ.

You who dwell in the gardens
    with friends in attendance,
    let me hear your voice!

(المُحِبُّ): أَنْتِ أَيَّتُهَا الْجَالِسَةُ فِي الْجَنَّاتِ، إِنَّ مُرَافِقِيَّ يُصْغُونَ بِانْتِبَاهٍ إِلَى صَوْتِكِ، فَأَسْمِعِينِي إِيَّاهُ.

Come away, my beloved,
    and be like a gazelle
or like a young stag
    on the spice-laden mountains.