Weedduu 1
1 Weedduu Weeddotaa Solomoon.
2 Inni dhungoo afaan isaatiin na haa dhungatu; jaalalli kee daadhii wayinii caalaatii.
Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
3 Urgaan shittoo keetii namatti tola; maqaan kee akkuma shittoo dhangalaafamee ti. Kanaafuu dubarran si jaallatu!
fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
4 Na fudhadhuu deemi; si duukaa fiignaa! Mootichi diinqa isaatti ol na galfate. Michoota Nu sitti gammannee ililchina; jaalala kees daadhii wayinii caalaa jajanna. Ishee Si jaallachuun isaanii akkam sirrii dha!
Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
5 Intallan Yerusaalem, ani akkuma dunkaana Qeedaar, akkuma golgaa dunkaana Solomoonis gurraattii dha; garuu bareedduu dha.
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
6 Sababii ani gurraattii taʼeef, ija babaaftee na hin ilaalin; aduutu na gurraachesseetii. Ilmaan haadha koo natti aaranii akka ani iddoo dhaabaa wayinii eegu na taasisan; ani garuu iddoo dhaabaa wayinii koo hin eegganne.
Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.
7 Yaa isa ani si jaalladhu, iddoo bushaayee kee tikfattuu fi iddoo itti guyyaa saafaa hoolota kee boqochiifattu natti himi. Ani maaliifan akka dubartii fuula ishee haguugattee bushaayee michoota keetii bira asii fi achi joortu tokkoo taʼa?
Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
8 Yaa dubartii dubartoota hunda caalaa bareeddu, ati yoo beekuu baatte hoolota duukaa buʼi; ilmoolee reʼoota keetiis dunkaana tiksootaa bira tikfadhu.
Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
9 Yaa jaalallee ko, ani akka farda dhalaa fardeen gaarii Faraʼoon harkisan keessaa tokkootti sin ilaala.
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Maddiin kee amartii gurraatiin, mormii kees dirata warqeetiin miidhagfameera.
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
11 Nu warqee gurraa meetiidhaan wal make siif tolchina.
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
12 Utuma mootichi maaddiitti dhiʼaatee jiruu shittoon koo urgaa isaa kenne.
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
13 Michuun koo anaaf korojoo qumbii ti; inni guntuta koo gidduu boqota.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
14 Michuun koo anaaf hurbuu daraaraa heennaa kan iddoo dhaabaa wayinii Een Gaadiitii dhufee dha.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Yaa jaalallee ko, ati akkam bareedda! Dinqii akkam bareedda! Iji kee gugee fakkaata.
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
16 Yaa michuu ko, ati akkam miidhagda! Dinqii akkam namatti tolta! Margi lalisaan siree keenya.
Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
17 Dareersumaan mana keenyaa birbirsa; dagaleen isaa immoo gaattiraa dha.
Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
