Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, behold, you [are] beautiful, Your eyes [are] doves behind your veil, Your hair as a row of the goats that have shone from Mount Gilead,
Taan jeclahayay, bal eeg, adigu waad qurxoon tahay, bal eeg, waad qurxoon tahay, Oo waxaad leedahay indhaha qoolleyda oo kale oo indhashareertaada ku qarsoon. Timahaaguna waa sida riyo Buur Gilecaad ka muuqda.
2 Your teeth as a row of the shorn ones that have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Ilkahaaguna waa sida laxo loo xiiray, Oo ka soo baxay meeshii lagu soo maydhay, Oo middood kastaaba mataano dhashay, Oo aan dhexdooda lagu arag mid dhicisay.
3 As a thread of scarlet [are] your lips, And your speech [is] lovely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil,
Bushimahaagu waa sida dun guduudan, Oo afkaaguna waa qurxoon yahay, Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
4 As the Tower of David [is] your neck, built for an armory, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
Qoortaaduna waa sida munaaraddii Daa'uud oo loo dhisay inay ahaato meel hubka dagaalka la dhigto, Oo ay sudhan yihiin kun gaashaan, Oo ah gaashaammadii ragga xoogga badan oo dhan.
5 Your two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
Oo labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay. Oo ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda daaqaya.
6 Until the day breaks forth, And the shadows have fled away, I go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Ilaa waagu baryo, oo hoosku baabbo'o, Waxaan u kici doonaa buurta malmalka, Iyo kurta fooxa.
7 You [are] all beautiful, my friend, And there is not a blemish in you. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
Taan jeclahayay, adigu waad qurxoon tahay, Oo innaba iin ma lihid.
8 Come from Lebanon, come in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
Aroosaddaydiiyey, Buur Lubnaan iga soo raac, Oo kaalay, Buur Lubnaan iga soo raac. Buur Amaanaah dhaladeeda wax ka fiiri, Oo Buur Seniir iyo Buur Xermoon dhaladooda wax ka fiiri, Oo wax ka soo fiiri boholaha libaaxyada, Iyo buuraha shabeelladaba.
9 You have emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, qalbigaygii waad la tagtay, Oo waxaad qalbigayga kula tagtay daymooyinka indhahaaga middood Iyo laasimmada qoortaada midkood.
10 How beautiful have been your loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been your loves than wine, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, jacaylkaagu qurux badanaa! Oo jacaylkaagu intee buu khamri ka sii fiican yahay! Oo saliiddaada carafteeduna way ka fiican tahay dhirta udgoon oo dhan.
11 Your lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon.
Aroosaddaydiiyey, bushimahaaga malab baa ka soo tiftifqaya, Oo carrabkaaga hoostiisana malab iyo caanaa ku jira. Oo dharkaaga caraftiisuna waa sida carafta Buur Lubnaan.
12 A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up—a fountain sealed.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, waxaad tahay sida beer la xidhay, Iyo ilbiyood la awday, iyo durdur la xidhay.
13 Your shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
Dhirtaadu waa beer ay ku dhex yaalliin rummaan, iyo dhir kale oo midho aad u wanaagsan, Iyo xinne iyo naaradiin,
14 Cypresses with nard—nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
Naaradiin iyo huruud, Iyo kalamus iyo qorfe, iyo dhir kasta oo foox dhasha, Iyo malmal iyo cuud iyo dhir udgoon oo fiican oo dhan.
15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
Waxaad tahay ilbiyood beero waraabisa, Iyo ceel biyo nool leh, Iyo durdurro Buur Lubnaan ka soo qulqulaya.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!
Dabaysha woqooyay, soo kac, oo tan koonfureeday, kaalay, Oo beertayda necaw ku afuufa si ay dhirteeda udgoonu uga soo carfaan, Gacaliyahaygu beertiisa ha soo galo oo midhaheeda wacan ha cuno.
