Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats, that appear 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 Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none [is] barren 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 Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.
Bushimahaagu waa sida dun guduudan, Oo afkaaguna waa qurxoon yahay, Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
4 Thy neck [is] like the tower of David built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
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 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Oo labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay. Oo ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda daaqaya.
6 Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will repair 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 Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee.
Taan jeclahayay, adigu waad qurxoon tahay, Oo innaba iin ma lihid.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the 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 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, qalbigaygii waad la tagtay, Oo waxaad qalbigayga kula tagtay daymooyinka indhahaaga middood Iyo laasimmada qoortaada midkood.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thy ointments 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 Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drop [as] the honey-comb; honey and milk [are] under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell 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 inclosed [is] my sister, [my] 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 Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphor, with spikenard,
Dhirtaadu waa beer ay ku dhex yaalliin rummaan, iyo dhir kale oo midho aad u wanaagsan, Iyo xinne iyo naaradiin,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the 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 fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams 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, thou south; blow upon my garden, [that] its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his 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.
