Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Anigu waxaan ahay ubaxnarjiska Shaaroon, Iyo ubaxshooshanka dooxooyinka.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Sida ubaxshooshanku qodxanta ku dhex yahay, Ayay taan jeclahayna gabdhaha ku dhex tahay.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Sida geedka tufaaxa ahu uu dhirta duurka ku dhex yahay, Ayuu gacaliyahayguna wiilasha ku dhex yahay. Hooskiisaan fadhiistay anigoo aad u faraxsan, Oo midhihiisuna way ila dhadhan macaanaayeen.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
Wuxuu i keenay guriga diyaafadda, Oo calankiisii i kor sudhnaana wuxuu ahaa jacayl.
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
Sabiib igu quudi, oo tufaax igu noolee, Waayo, anigu caashaq baan la bukaa.
6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
Gacantiisa bidix madaxaygay ka hoosaysaa, Oo gacantiisa midigna way igu duuban tahay.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, waxaan idinku dhaarinayaa Cawsha iyo deerada duurka Inaydaan jacayl kicin, ama aydaan toosin Ilaa uu doono.
8 The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Waa kaa codkii gacaliyahaygu! Bal eega, wuu soo socdaa, Isagoo buuraha korkooda ku soo boodboodaya, oo kuraha dushooda ku faclaynaya.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
Gacaliyahaygu waa sida cawl ama deer qayrab ah oo kale. Bal eega, wuxuu taagan yahay derbigayaga gadaashiisa, Oo daaqadahuu ka soo eegayaa, oo shabagguu ka soo dayayaa.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
Markaasaa gacaliyahaygii ila hadlay oo wuxuu igu yidhi, Taan jeclahayay, soo kac, taydan qurxoonay i soo raac.
11 For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
Waayo, qabowgii wuu na dhaafay, Oo roobkiina wuu dhammaaday, wuuna qaaday,
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Ubaxii dhulkuu ka muuqanayaa, Oo wakhtigii shimbirruhu gabyi jireenna waa la gaadhay, Oo codkii qoolleydana dalkayagaa laga maqlayaa.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away."
Berduhu midhihiisuu soo bixinayaa, Oo geedaha canabkuna way ubxinayaan, Wayna soo carfayaan. Taan jeclahayay, soo kac, taydan qurxoonay i soo raac.
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
Qoolleydayda qararka dillaacyadooda iyo meelahooda qarsoon ee dalcad ah ku jirta, Bal jaahaaga i tus, oo codkaaga i maqashii, Waayo, codkaagu wuu macaan yahay, oo jaahaaguna wuu surad wacan yahay.
15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Dawacooyinka noo qabta, kuwaasoo ah dawacooyinka yaryar ee beerahayaga canabka ah bi'iya, Waayo, beerahayaga canabka ahu haatan way ubxinayaan.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
Gacaliyahaygu waa kaygii oo anna tiisii baan ahay. Wuxuu adhigiisa daajinayaa ubaxyada dhexdooda.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
Ilaa waagu baryo, oo hoosku baabba'o, Gacaliyahaygiiyow, soo noqo, oo ahow sida cawl oo kale, amase sida deer qayrab ah Oo buuraha Beter kor jooga.
