Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy friend gone, O fairest of women? whither hath thy friend turned himself? that we may seek him with thee?—
Taada naagaha u qurxoonay, Xaggee gacaliyahaagii tegey? Aannu kula goobnee, Xaggee buu gacaliyahaagii u leexday?
2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed 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 friend's, and my friend is mine: he that feedeth among the lilies.—
Anigu waxaan ahay tii gacaliyahayga, oo gacaliyahayguna waa kaygii, Oo wuxuu adhigiisa daajiyaa ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my beloved, like Thirzah, comely like Jerusalem, terrible as armies encamped round their banners.
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 thy eyes from me, for they have excited me: thy hair is like a flock of goats that come quietly down from mount Gil'ad.
Indhahaaga iga sii jeedi, Waayo, way iga adkaadeen. Timahaagu waa sida riyo Buur Gilecaad ka muuqda.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
Ilkahaaguna waa sida laxo Ka soo baxay meeshii lagu soo maydhay, Oo middood kastaaba mataano dhashay, Oo aan dhexdooda lagu arag mid dhicisay.
7 Like the half of the pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
8 Sixty are the queens, and eighty the concubines, and the young women without number;
Waxaa jira lixdan boqoradood, iyo siddeetan naagood oo addoommo ah, Iyo gabdho aan tiro lahayn.
9 But one alone is my dove, my guiltless one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the chosen of her that bore her: maidens see her, and call her happy; yea, queens and concubines, and 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 shineth forth like the morning-dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as armies encamped round their banners?
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 Into the nut-garden was I gone down, to look about among the plants of the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates had budded.
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 I knew not [how it was], my soul made me [like] the chariots of my noble people.
Anigoo aan garanayn ayaa nafsaddaydu iga dhigtay sida gaadhifardoodkii Cammiinaadiib oo kale.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith; return, return, that we may look upon thee. “What will ye see in the Shulammith?” As though it were the dance of a double company.
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?
