Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
Yaa ishee dubartoota hunda caalaa bareeddu, michuun kee eessa dhaqe? Akka nu si wajjin barbaannuuf michuun kee garamitti gore?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Michuun koo iddoo biqiltuu keessa hoolota isaa tikfachuu fi daraaraa walitti qabachuuf jedhee gara iddoo biqiltuu, lafa madabiin biqiltuu urgooftuuwwanii jirutti gad buʼeera.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
Ani kan michuu koo ti; michuun koos kanuma koo ti; inni daraaraa keessa dheechifata.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Yaa jaalallee ko, ati akkuma Tiirzaa bareedduu dha; akkuma Yerusaalem namatti tolta; akkuma loltoota faajjii baataniis ulfina qabda.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Ija kee narraa buqqisi; inni na jeeqeeraatii. Rifeensi mataa keetii akkuma karra reʼoota Giliʼaad irraa gad buʼanii ti.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
Ilkaan kee akkuma karra hoolotaa kan dhiqamee ol dhufaa jiruu ti. Tokkoon tokkoon isaanii lakkuu qabu; isaan keessa maseenni tokko iyyuu hin jiru.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Maddiin kee lamaan haguuggii kee keessatti roomaanii tokkicha iddoo lamatti qoodame fakkaata.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
Mootittiiwwan jaatamni, saajjatoon saddeettamnii fi dubarran lakkoobsa hin qabne qulqulluun jiraachuu dandaʼu;
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
gugeen koo kan mudaa tokko iyyuu hin qabne sun kan addaa ti; isheen haadha isheetiif intala tokkittii dha; haadha ishee deesseefis filatamtuu dha. Dubarran ishee arganii ishee eebbisan; mootittiiwwanii fi saajjatoowwanis ishee jajan.
10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
Kan akka boruu baqaquutti mulʼattu, kan akka jiʼaa bareeddu, kan akka biiftuu iftu, kan akka urjiiwwan tooraan yaaʼanii ulfina qabdu kun eenyu?
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Anis daraaraa sulula keessatti dhiʼoo biqile arguuf, akka wayiniin hudhaa baase yookaan akka roomaaniin daraare ilaaluuf gara lafa qotiisaa ocholooniitti gad nan buʼe.
12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
Utuu ani hin hubatin, lubbuun koo gaarii mootii saba kootii keessa na teessiste.
13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
Yaa Sulaamaaxittii deebiʼi; deebiʼi; akka nu si ilaalluuf deebiʼi; deebiʼi! Isa Isin akkuma nama sirba Mahanayiim ilaaluutti maaliif Sulaamaaxittii ilaaltu?
