< Song of Solomon 5 >

1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
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 waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: 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 beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Gacaliyahaygii wuxuu gacantiisii ka soo dusiyey daloolkii albaabka, Oo qalbigaygu isaguu u dhaqaaqay.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon 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6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
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 watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote 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 charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, Waxaan idinku dhaarinayaa, haddaad gacaliyahaygii aragtaan, U sheega inaan caashaq la buko.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
Gacaliyahaagu muxuu gacaliye kale dheer yahay, Taada naagaha ugu qurxoonay? Bal gacaliyahaagu muxuu gacaliye kale dheer yahay, Waadigaa sidan noo dhaarinayee?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Gacaliyahaygu waa cad yahay oo waa casaan. Waana kan toban kun ugu wanaagsan.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and 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 the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
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 a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling 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 gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
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 as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent 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 mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, 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.

< Song of Solomon 5 >