Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
Taan jeclahayay, bal eeg, adigu waad qurxoon tahay, bal eeg, waad qurxoon tahay, Oo waxaad leedahay indhaha qoolleyda oo kale oo indhashareertaada ku qarsoon. Timahaaguna waa sida riyo Buur Gilecaad ka muuqda.
2 Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Ilkahaaguna waa sida laxo loo xiiray, Oo ka soo baxay meeshii lagu soo maydhay, Oo middood kastaaba mataano dhashay, Oo aan dhexdooda lagu arag mid dhicisay.
3 Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Bushimahaagu waa sida dun guduudan, Oo afkaaguna waa qurxoon yahay, Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
4 Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
Qoortaaduna waa sida munaaraddii Daa'uud oo loo dhisay inay ahaato meel hubka dagaalka la dhigto, Oo ay sudhan yihiin kun gaashaan, Oo ah gaashaammadii ragga xoogga badan oo dhan.
5 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
Oo labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay. Oo ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda daaqaya.
6 Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
Ilaa waagu baryo, oo hoosku baabbo'o, Waxaan u kici doonaa buurta malmalka, Iyo kurta fooxa.
7 Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
Taan jeclahayay, adigu waad qurxoon tahay, Oo innaba iin ma lihid.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
Aroosaddaydiiyey, Buur Lubnaan iga soo raac, Oo kaalay, Buur Lubnaan iga soo raac. Buur Amaanaah dhaladeeda wax ka fiiri, Oo Buur Seniir iyo Buur Xermoon dhaladooda wax ka fiiri, Oo wax ka soo fiiri boholaha libaaxyada, Iyo buuraha shabeelladaba.
9 My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, qalbigaygii waad la tagtay, Oo waxaad qalbigayga kula tagtay daymooyinka indhahaaga middood Iyo laasimmada qoortaada midkood.
10 My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, jacaylkaagu qurux badanaa! Oo jacaylkaagu intee buu khamri ka sii fiican yahay! Oo saliiddaada carafteeduna way ka fiican tahay dhirta udgoon oo dhan.
11 Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
Aroosaddaydiiyey, bushimahaaga malab baa ka soo tiftifqaya, Oo carrabkaaga hoostiisana malab iyo caanaa ku jira. Oo dharkaaga caraftiisuna waa sida carafta Buur Lubnaan.
12 My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, waxaad tahay sida beer la xidhay, Iyo ilbiyood la awday, iyo durdur la xidhay.
13 Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
Dhirtaadu waa beer ay ku dhex yaalliin rummaan, iyo dhir kale oo midho aad u wanaagsan, Iyo xinne iyo naaradiin,
14 Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.
Naaradiin iyo huruud, Iyo kalamus iyo qorfe, iyo dhir kasta oo foox dhasha, Iyo malmal iyo cuud iyo dhir udgoon oo fiican oo dhan.
15 O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
Waxaad tahay ilbiyood beero waraabisa, Iyo ceel biyo nool leh, Iyo durdurro Buur Lubnaan ka soo qulqulaya.
16 Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
Dabaysha woqooyay, soo kac, oo tan koonfureeday, kaalay, Oo beertayda necaw ku afuufa si ay dhirteeda udgoonu uga soo carfaan, Gacaliyahaygu beertiisa ha soo galo oo midhaheeda wacan ha cuno.
