Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
Ani daraaraa Shaaroon; daraaraa sulula keessaa ti.
2 As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
Jaalalleen koo dubarran kaan gidduu ti akkuma daraaraa qoraattii keessaa ti.
3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
Michuun koo dargaggoota gidduutti akkuma muka hudhaa kan mukkeen bosonaa keessa jiruu ti. Ani gaaddisa isaa jala taaʼuu nan jaalladha; iji isaas natti miʼaawa.
4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
Inni galma cidhaatti na geesse; akeekni inni naaf qabu jaalala.
5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
Sababii ani jaalalaan gaggabeef isin bixxillee wayiniitiin na jajjabeessaa; muka hudhaatiinis na haaromsaa.
6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
Harki isaa bitaa mataa koo jala jira; harki isaa mirgaa immoo na hammata.
7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, ani kuruphee fi borofaan isin kakachiisa; hamma isheen ofumaan feetee kaatutti jaalala hin tuttuqinaa yookaan hin dadammaqsinaa.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
Sagaleen michuu kootii, tulluuwwan irra utaalee gaarran irras qaariʼee dhufaa jira.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
Michuun koo akkuma kuruphee yookaan korma gadamsaa ti. Kunoo inni dallaa keenya duuba dhaabatee foddaa keessaan ilaalaa qaawwa keessaanis mimilʼachaa jira.
10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Michuun koo dubbatee akkana naan jedhe; “Yaa miidhagduu koo kaʼi! Bareedduu koo kottuu na wajjin deemi.
11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
Kunoo! Ganni darbeera; bokkaanis caamee sokkeera.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
Daraaraan lafa irratti mulʼateera; waqtiin sirbaa gaʼeera; wacni gugees biyya keenya keessatti dhagaʼamaa jira.
13 The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
Mukni harbuu ija jalqabaa baasuu jalqabeera; wayiniin daraares urgaa kenneera. Yaa miidhagduu ko, kaʼii kottu; yaa bareedduu koo na wajjin deemi.”
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Gugee koo kan holqa dhagaa keessaa, kan iddoo dhoksaa tulluu cinaa keessaa, mee fuula kee na argisiisi; mee sagalee kee na dhageessisi; sagaleen kee miʼaawaadhaatii; fuulli kees namatti tola.
15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
Mee waangoo, waangoodhuma xixinnoo ishee kanneen iddoo dhaabaa wayinii balleessitu nuuf qabaa; iddoon dhaabaa wayinii keenyaa daraaraa jiraatii.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
Michuun koo kanuma koo ti; anis kan isaa ti; inni daraaraa keessa dheechifata.
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
Yaa michuu ko, hamma bariʼee gaaddisni baddutti deebiʼi; akkuma kuruphee yookaan akkuma korma gadamsaa kan tulluuwwan irra jiruus taʼi.
