Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
Gabadha amiirku dhalayay, cagahaagu qurux badanaa markay kabo illan yihiin, Bowdooyinkaagu waa sida dahab Nin saanac ahu gacantiisa ku sameeyey.
2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
Xudduntaadu waa sida fijaan goobaaban Oo aan innaba khamri ka dhinnanayn, Oo xaluskaaguna waa sida sarreen meel tuunsan Oo ubaxshooshanno lagu wareejiyey.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin Oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay.
4 Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
Qoortaaduna waa sida munaarad foolmaroodi ah, Oo indhahaaguna waa sida ballidii Xeshboon oo ku ag yaal iridda Batrabbiim. Oo sankaaguna waa sida munaaradda Lubnaan Oo xagga Dimishaq u jeeda.
5 Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Madaxaagu sida Buur Karmel oo kale wuu dheer yahay, Oo timaha madaxaaguna waa sida guduud oo kale, Oo boqorkuna wuu ku xidhan yahay.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
Taan jeclahayay, qurux badnidaa! Fiicnaan badnidaa! Aad baad iiga farxisaa!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
Sarajooggaagu waa sida geed baar ah, Oo naasahaaguna waa sida rucubyo canab ah.
8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
Waxaan is-idhi, Geedka baarka waan fuuli doonaa, Oo waxaan qabsan doonaa laamihiisa. Naasahaagu ha ahaadeen sida rucubyo canab ah, Oo sankaaga neeftiisuna ha u carafto sida midho tufaax ah.
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
Oo afkaaguna ha ahaado sida khamri wanaagsan. Gacalisada Hadlaysaa Si qumman oo macaan ha ugu socda gacaliyahayga, Oo kuwa hurda bushimahooda ka hadliya.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
Anigu waxaan ahay tii gacaliyahayga, Oo damaciisuna xaggayguu soo jiraa.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Gacaliyahaygow, kaalay, aynu duurka isla tagnee, Oo aynu tuulooyinka ku soo dhaxnee.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
Aynu aroor hore beercanabyada tagnee, Oo aynu soo aragno bal in canabkii magoolay, oo ay ubixiisii soo muuqdeen, Oo uu rummaankii ubxiyey iyo in kale; Oo halkaasaan jacaylkayga kugu siin doonaa.
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
Ubixii duudaygu way soo carfayaan, Oo albaabbadayada agtooda waxaa yaal midho cayn kasta ah oo cusayb iyo duugba leh, Oo adigaan kuu kaydiyey, gacaliyahaygiiyow.
