Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Gabadha amiirku dhalayay, cagahaagu qurux badanaa markay kabo illan yihiin, Bowdooyinkaagu waa sida dahab Nin saanac ahu gacantiisa ku sameeyey.
2 Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Xudduntaadu waa sida fijaan goobaaban Oo aan innaba khamri ka dhinnanayn, Oo xaluskaaguna waa sida sarreen meel tuunsan Oo ubaxshooshanno lagu wareejiyey.
3 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin Oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay.
4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Qoortaaduna waa sida munaarad foolmaroodi ah, Oo indhahaaguna waa sida ballidii Xeshboon oo ku ag yaal iridda Batrabbiim. Oo sankaaguna waa sida munaaradda Lubnaan Oo xagga Dimishaq u jeeda.
5 Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Madaxaagu sida Buur Karmel oo kale wuu dheer yahay, Oo timaha madaxaaguna waa sida guduud oo kale, Oo boqorkuna wuu ku xidhan yahay.
6 How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
Taan jeclahayay, qurux badnidaa! Fiicnaan badnidaa! Aad baad iiga farxisaa!
7 This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
Sarajooggaagu waa sida geed baar ah, Oo naasahaaguna waa sida rucubyo canab ah.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;
Waxaan is-idhi, Geedka baarka waan fuuli doonaa, Oo waxaan qabsan doonaa laamihiisa. Naasahaagu ha ahaadeen sida rucubyo canab ah, Oo sankaaga neeftiisuna ha u carafto sida midho tufaax ah.
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Oo afkaaguna ha ahaado sida khamri wanaagsan. Gacalisada Hadlaysaa Si qumman oo macaan ha ugu socda gacaliyahayga, Oo kuwa hurda bushimahooda ka hadliya.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Anigu waxaan ahay tii gacaliyahayga, Oo damaciisuna xaggayguu soo jiraa.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Gacaliyahaygow, kaalay, aynu duurka isla tagnee, Oo aynu tuulooyinka ku soo dhaxnee.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.
Aynu aroor hore beercanabyada tagnee, Oo aynu soo aragno bal in canabkii magoolay, oo ay ubixiisii soo muuqdeen, Oo uu rummaankii ubxiyey iyo in kale; Oo halkaasaan jacaylkayga kugu siin doonaa.
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
Ubixii duudaygu way soo carfayaan, Oo albaabbadayada agtooda waxaa yaal midho cayn kasta ah oo cusayb iyo duugba leh, Oo adigaan kuu kaydiyey, gacaliyahaygiiyow.
