Song of Solomon 8
1 Bride to Groom: Who will give you to me as my brother, feeding from the breasts of my mother, so that I may discover you outside, and may kiss you, and so that now no one may despise me?
Haddaad ahaan lahayd walaalkay Oo naasihii hooyaday nuugay, Markaan dibadda kaa helaba waan ku dhunkan lahaa. Oo innaba layma quudhsadeen.
2 I will take hold of you and lead you into my mother’s house. There you will teach me, and I will give you a cup of spiced wine, and of new wine from my pomegranates.
Waan ku soo kaxayn lahaa oo waxaan ku gelin lahaa guriga hooyaday, Wax baadna i bari lahayd. Oo waxaan ku cabsiin lahaa khamriga xawaashka leh Ee biyaha rummaankayga laga sameeyey.
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Gacantiisa bidix madaxaygay ka hoosayn lahayd, Oo gacantiisa midigna way isku kay duubi lahayd.
4 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.
Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, waxaan idinku dhaarinayaa Inaydaan jacayl kicin, ama aydaan toosin, Ilaa uu doono.
5 Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Groom to Bride: Under the apple tree, I awakened you. There your mother was corrupted. There she who bore you was violated.
Waa tuma tan cidlada ka soo baxaysa, Ee gacaliyeheeda ku tiirsanu? Gacalisada Hadlaysaa Waxaan kaa soo kiciyey geed tufaax ah hoostiis. Halkaasaa hooyadaa kugu foolatay, Oo halkaasay tii ku dhashay kugu foolatay.
6 Set me like a seal upon your heart, like a seal upon your arm. For love is strong, like death, and envy is enduring, like hell: their lamps are made of fire and flames. (Sheol h7585)
Qalbigaaga korkiisa ii dhig sida shaabad oo kale, oo gacantaada korkeeda ii dhig sida shaabad oo kale, Waayo, jacaylku wuxuu u xoog badan yahay sida geeri oo kale, Oo masayrkuna wuxuu u nac weyn yahay sidii She'ool oo kale. Belbelkiisu waa sida belbel dab ah, Oo waa ololka ugu wada kulul ee Rabbiga. (Sheol h7585)
7 A multitude of waters cannot extinguish love, nor can a river overwhelm it. If a man were to give all the substance of his house in exchange for love, he would despise it as nothing.
Biyo badanu jacayl ma demin karaan, Oo daadadkuna innaba ma qarqin karaan. Haddii nin damco inuu jacayl soo siisto maalka gurigiisa oo dhan, Haddana dhammaan waa la quudhsan lahaa.
8 Chorus: Our sister is little and has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is called upon?
Annagu waxaannu leennahay walaal yar, Oo aan innaba naaso lahayn. Haddaba bal maxaannu walaashayo u samayn doonnaa Maalintii iyada guur loo soo doonto?
9 If she is a wall, let us build a rampart of silver upon it. If she is a door, let us join it together with boards of cedar.
Hadday derbi tahay waxaannu korkeeda ka dhisi doonnaa munaarad lacag ah, Oo hadday albaab tahayna waxaannu iyada ku hareerayn doonnaa alwaaxyo kedar ah.
10 Bride to Chorus: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, since, in his presence, I have become like one who has discovered peace.
Anigu waxaan ahay derbi, oo naasahayguna waa sida munaaradaha oo kale. Oo markaas waxaan hortiisa ku ahaa sidii mid nabad heshay.
11 The peaceful one had a vineyard, in that which held the peoples. He handed it on to the caretakers; a man brought, in exchange for its fruit, a thousand pieces of silver.
Sulaymaan beercanab buu Bacal Hamoon ku lahaa; Oo beercanabkii wuxuu ka kireeyey kuwa dhawra, Oo midkood kastaaba wuxuu midhaheeda uga keeni jiray kun xabbadood oo lacag ah.
12 Groom: My vineyard is before me. The thousand is for your peacefulness, and two hundred is for those who care for its fruit.
Beercanabkayga ah kan aan iska leeyahay, hortayduu ku yaal, Haddaba Sulaymaanow, adigu waxaad heli doontaa kun, Kuwa midhihiisa dhawraana laba boqol.
13 Bride to Groom: Your friends are attentive to those who have been dwelling in the gardens. Cause me to heed your voice.
Taada beeraha dhexdooda degganay, Rafiiqyadaadu waxay dhegaystaan codkaaga, Haddaba, bal i maqashii.
14 Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants.
Gacaliyahaygow, dhaqso, Oo waxaad ahaataa sida cawl ama deer qayrab ah Oo buuraha dhirta udgoon kor jooga.
