Weedduu 2
1 Ani daraaraa Shaaroon; daraaraa sulula keessaa ti.
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
2 Jaalalleen koo dubarran kaan gidduu ti akkuma daraaraa qoraattii keessaa ti.
As a lily amongst thorns, so is my companion amongst the daughters.
3 Michuun koo dargaggoota gidduutti akkuma muka hudhaa kan mukkeen bosonaa keessa jiruu ti. Ani gaaddisa isaa jala taaʼuu nan jaalladha; iji isaas natti miʼaawa.
As the apple amongst the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman amongst the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4 Inni galma cidhaatti na geesse; akeekni inni naaf qabu jaalala.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5 Sababii ani jaalalaan gaggabeef isin bixxillee wayiniitiin na jajjabeessaa; muka hudhaatiinis na haaromsaa.
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
6 Harki isaa bitaa mataa koo jala jira; harki isaa mirgaa immoo na hammata.
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, ani kuruphee fi borofaan isin kakachiisa; hamma isheen ofumaan feetee kaatutti jaalala hin tuttuqinaa yookaan hin dadammaqsinaa.
I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
8 Sagaleen michuu kootii, tulluuwwan irra utaalee gaarran irras qaariʼee dhufaa jira.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 Michuun koo akkuma kuruphee yookaan korma gadamsaa ti. Kunoo inni dallaa keenya duuba dhaabatee foddaa keessaan ilaalaa qaawwa keessaanis mimilʼachaa jira.
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10 Michuun koo dubbatee akkana naan jedhe; “Yaa miidhagduu koo kaʼi! Bareedduu koo kottuu na wajjin deemi.
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11 Kunoo! Ganni darbeera; bokkaanis caamee sokkeera.
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
12 Daraaraan lafa irratti mulʼateera; waqtiin sirbaa gaʼeera; wacni gugees biyya keenya keessatti dhagaʼamaa jira.
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
13 Mukni harbuu ija jalqabaa baasuu jalqabeera; wayiniin daraares urgaa kenneera. Yaa miidhagduu ko, kaʼii kottu; yaa bareedduu koo na wajjin deemi.”
The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.
14 Gugee koo kan holqa dhagaa keessaa, kan iddoo dhoksaa tulluu cinaa keessaa, mee fuula kee na argisiisi; mee sagalee kee na dhageessisi; sagaleen kee miʼaawaadhaatii; fuulli kees namatti tola.
[You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
15 Mee waangoo, waangoodhuma xixinnoo ishee kanneen iddoo dhaabaa wayinii balleessitu nuuf qabaa; iddoon dhaabaa wayinii keenyaa daraaraa jiraatii.
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16 Michuun koo kanuma koo ti; anis kan isaa ti; inni daraaraa keessa dheechifata.
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] amongst the lilies.
17 Yaa michuu ko, hamma bariʼee gaaddisni baddutti deebiʼi; akkuma kuruphee yookaan akkuma korma gadamsaa kan tulluuwwan irra jiruus taʼi.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
