Weedduu 2
1 Ani daraaraa Shaaroon; daraaraa sulula keessaa ti.
I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Jaalalleen koo dubarran kaan gidduu ti akkuma daraaraa qoraattii keessaa ti.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among 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 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.
4 Inni galma cidhaatti na geesse; akeekni inni naaf qabu jaalala.
He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
5 Sababii ani jaalalaan gaggabeef isin bixxillee wayiniitiin na jajjabeessaa; muka hudhaatiinis na haaromsaa.
Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
6 Harki isaa bitaa mataa koo jala jira; harki isaa mirgaa immoo na hammata.
His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
7 Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, ani kuruphee fi borofaan isin kakachiisa; hamma isheen ofumaan feetee kaatutti jaalala hin tuttuqinaa yookaan hin dadammaqsinaa.
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.
8 Sagaleen michuu kootii, tulluuwwan irra utaalee gaarran irras qaariʼee dhufaa jira.
The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 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.
10 Michuun koo dubbatee akkana naan jedhe; “Yaa miidhagduu koo kaʼi! Bareedduu koo kottuu na wajjin deemi.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11 Kunoo! Ganni darbeera; bokkaanis caamee sokkeera.
For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
12 Daraaraan lafa irratti mulʼateera; waqtiin sirbaa gaʼeera; wacni gugees biyya keenya keessatti dhagaʼamaa jira.
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is 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 ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away."
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.
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.
15 Mee waangoo, waangoodhuma xixinnoo ishee kanneen iddoo dhaabaa wayinii balleessitu nuuf qabaa; iddoon dhaabaa wayinii keenyaa daraaraa jiraatii.
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
16 Michuun koo kanuma koo ti; anis kan isaa ti; inni daraaraa keessa dheechifata.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among 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 is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
