Song of Songs 5
1 Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, beertaydii waan soo dhex galay. Malmalkaygiina dhirtaydii udgoonayd baan la gurtay, Oo awlalladaydii shinniyeed iyo malabkaygiina waan cunay, Khamrigaygii iyo caanahaygiina waan cabbay, Saaxiibadaha Hadlayaa Saaxiibbadayow, wax cuna, Wax cabba, gacaliyayaalow, aad u cabba.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Anigu waan hurday, laakiinse qalbigaygu waa soo jeeday. Waxaan maqlay codkii gacaliyahayga oo albaabka garaacaya, isagoo leh, Walaashayay, taan jeclahayay, qoolleydaydiiyey, tayda sanay, iridda iga fur, Waayo, madaxayga waxaa ka buuxa dharab, Oo timahaygana waxaa qoyay dhibicyihii habeennimada.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Dharkaygii waan iska bixiyey, bal sidee baan u xidhaa? Oo cagahaygiina waan maydhay, bal sidee baan u wasakheeyaa?
4 My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
Gacaliyahaygii wuxuu gacantiisii ka soo dusiyey daloolkii albaabka, Oo qalbigaygu isaguu u dhaqaaqay.
5 I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Waxaan u sara joogsaday inaan gacaliyahayga iridda ka furo, Oo gacmahaygana waxaa ka daadanayay malmal, Farahaygana malmalku Wuxuu kaga tiftifqay qataarkii albaabka.
6 I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
Gacaliyahaygii waan ka furay, Laakiinse gacaliyahaygii wuu iska noqday, wuuna tegey. Naftaydii markuu hadlay way naxday. Isagaan doondoonay, laakiinse waan heli kari waayay. Waan u dhawaaqay, laakiinse innaba iima uu jawaabin.
7 The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Oo waardiyayaashii magaalada dhex warwareegayay ayaa i helay Wayna i garaaceen oo i dhaawaceen. Oo kuwii derbiyada dhawrayay ayaa garbasaartaydii iga qaaday.
8 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, Waxaan idinku dhaarinayaa, haddaad gacaliyahaygii aragtaan, U sheega inaan caashaq la buko.
9 What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful amongst women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
Gacaliyahaagu muxuu gacaliye kale dheer yahay, Taada naagaha ugu qurxoonay? Bal gacaliyahaagu muxuu gacaliye kale dheer yahay, Waadigaa sidan noo dhaarinayee?
10 My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
Gacaliyahaygu waa cad yahay oo waa casaan. Waana kan toban kun ugu wanaagsan.
11 His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
Madaxiisu waa sida dahab saafi ah, Oo timihiisuna waa sida cawbaar, oo waxay u madow yihiin sida tuke oo kale.
12 His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
Indhihiisu waa sida indho qoolley oo durdur biya ah ag joogta, Oo caano lagu maydhay oo si qumman loo dhigay.
13 His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
Dhabannadiisu waa sida beer dhir udgoon ah iyo sida ubaxyo carfa. Oo bushimihiisuna waa sida ubaxshooshanno uu malmal ka tiftifqayo.
14 His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
Gacmihiisu waa sida kaatummo dahab ah oo berullos lagu dhejiyey, Oo jidhkiisuna waa sida foolmaroodi oo dhalaalaya oo safayr lagu sharraxay.
15 His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
Lugihiisu waa sida tiirar marmar ah, oo lagu qotomiyey saldhigyo dahab saafiya ah, Oo muuqashadiisuna waa sida Buur Lubnaan oo kale, oo wuxuu u qurxoon yahay sida geedaha kedarka oo kale.
16 His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Afkiisu aad iyo aad buu u macaan yahay, oo isaga dhammaantiis waa mid aad loo jecel yahay. Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, Kaasu waa gacaliyahayga, waana saaxiibkayga.
