Song of Songs 5
1 Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
Yaa obboleettii ko, misirrittii ko, ani dhufee biqiltuu koo seeneera; ani qumbii koo urgooftuu koo wajjin walitti qabadheera. Ani dhaaba damma koo nadhii isaa wajjin nyaadheera; daadhii wayinii koos aannan koo wajjin dhugeera. Michoota Yaa michoota, nyaadhaa dhugaa; jaalalas dhugaa quufaa.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Ani rafeera; garaan koo garuu dammaqeera. Mee dhaggeeffadhaa! Michuun koo balbala rurrukutaa jiraatii; inni akkana jedha; “Yaa obboleettii ko, miidhagduu ko, gugee koo kan mudaa hin qabne, balbala naaf bani. Mataan koo fixeensaan, rifeensi koos jiidha halkaniitiin tortoreera.”
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Ani uffata koo of irraa baaseera; akkamittan deebisee uffadha ree? Miilla koo dhiqadheera; akkamittan deebisee xureessa ree?
4 My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
Michuun koo qaawwa balbalaatiin harka galche; lapheen koo isaaf ni dhaʼate.
5 I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Ani michuu kootiif balbala banuuf nan kaʼe; qabannoo balbalaa irrattis harka koo irraa qumbiin, quba koo irraa immoo qumbiin dhangalaʼaan coccobe.
6 I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
Ani michuu kootiif balbala nan bane; michuun koo garuu achi hin jiru; inni deemeera. Deemuu isaattis garaan koo ni rifate. Ani isa nan barbaade; garuu hin arganne. Ani isa nan waame; inni garuu hin owwaanne.
7 The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Eegdonni utuu magaalaa keessa naannaʼanuu na argan. Isaanis na reebanii na madeessan; warri dallaa eegan sunis wayyaa koo narraa baafatan!
8 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, isin michuun koo yoo argitan jaalalaan dhukkubsachuu koo akka isatti naaf himtan isinan kakachiisa.
9 What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful among women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
Yaa ishee dubartoota hunda caalaa bareeddu, michuun kee maaliin warra kaan caala? Ati kan akkas nu kakachiiftu, michuun kee maaliin warra kaan caala?
10 My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
Michuun koo diimaa cululuqaa dha; inni namoota kuma kudhan keessaa ni mulʼata.
11 His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
Mataan isaa warqee akka malee qulqulluu dha; rifeensi mataa isaa jigaa dha; akkuma arraagessaas gurraacha.
12 His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
Iji isaa akkuma gugee burqaa bishaanii biraa kan aannaniin dhiqamee akka faayaatti kaaʼatamuu dha.
13 His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
Maddiin isaa akkuma madabii biqiltuu urgooftuu kan shittoo baasuu ti. Hidhiin isaa akkuma daraaraa qumbiin irraa coccobuu ti.
14 His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
Harki isaa ulee warqee kan biiraleedhaan faayeffamee dha. Dhagni isaa akkuma ilka arbaa kan sanpeeriin miidhagfamee dha.
15 His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
Miilli isaa utubaa dhagaa adii kan baattuu warqee qulqulluu irraa hojjetame irra dhaabamee dha. Bifti isaa akkuma Libaanoon, akkuma birbirsaa Libaanoon filatamaa dha.
16 His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Dubbiin isaa waan hunda caalaa miʼaawaa dha; inni guutumaan guutuutti namatti tola. Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, kun michuu koo ti; kun michuu koo ti.
