Song of Songs 6
1 Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful among women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with you.
Taada naagaha u qurxoonay, Xaggee gacaliyahaagii tegey? Aannu kula goobnee, Xaggee buu gacaliyahaagii u leexday?
2 My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Gacaliyahaygii wuxuu u dhaadhacay beertiisa, iyo beer qaybaheed oo dhir udgoon ah Inuu adhigiisa soo daajiyo beeraha dhexdooda, oo uu soo urursado ubaxshooshanno.
3 I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
Anigu waxaan ahay tii gacaliyahayga, oo gacaliyahayguna waa kaygii, Oo wuxuu adhigiisa daajiyaa ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda.
4 You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
Taan jeclahayay, waxaad u qurux badan tahay sida Tirsaah oo kale, Oo waxaad u suurad wacan tahay sida Yeruusaalem oo kale, Waxaana lagaaga cabsadaa sida ciidan calammo sita oo kale.
5 Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
Indhahaaga iga sii jeedi, Waayo, way iga adkaadeen. Timahaagu waa sida riyo Buur Gilecaad ka muuqda.
6 Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.
Ilkahaaguna waa sida laxo Ka soo baxay meeshii lagu soo maydhay, Oo middood kastaaba mataano dhashay, Oo aan dhexdooda lagu arag mid dhicisay.
7 Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.
Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
Waxaa jira lixdan boqoradood, iyo siddeetan naagood oo addoommo ah, Iyo gabdho aan tiro lahayn.
9 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
Laakiinse qoolleydayda, iyo tayda sanu waa mid qudha. Iyadu waa tan keliya ee hooyadeed, Oo waa tan daahirsan ee tii iyada dhashay. Gabdhuhu iyaday arkeen oo waxay ku sheegeen mid barakaysan, Oo xataa boqoradihii iyo naagihii addoommaha ahaaba way ammaaneen.
10 Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
Waa tuma tan u soo muuqata sida kaaha waaberiga, Oo sida dayaxa u qurxoon, Ee sida qorraxda u daahirsan, Oo haddana looga cabsado sida ciidan calammo sita oo kale?
11 I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
Waxaan ku dhaadhacay beertii yicibta Inaan soo arko geedaha cagaarka ah ee dooxada, Iyo inaan soo arko bal in canabkii magoolay, Oo uu rummaankii ubxiyey iyo in kale.
12 There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
Anigoo aan garanayn ayaa nafsaddaydu iga dhigtay sida gaadhifardoodkii Cammiinaadiib oo kale.
13 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
Tan reer Shuuleemay, soo noqo, soo noqo, Aan ku daawannee soo noqo, soo noqo. Gacaliyaha Hadlayaa Bal maxaad u daawanaysaan tan reer Shuuleem Sida cayaarta Maxanayim?
