Weedduu 3
1 Ani halkan guutuu siree koo irra ciisee nama garaan koo jaallatu sana nan barbaade; ani isa nan barbaade; garuu isa hin arganne.
On my bed by night, I sought him whom my soul has loved; I sought him, and I did not find him!
2 Ani amma kaʼeen magaalaa keessa, daandiiwwanii fi oobdiiwwan irra nan deema; nama garaan koo jaallatu sana nan barbaada. Kanaafuu ani isa nan barbaade; garuu isa hin arganne.
Now let me rise, and go around the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul has loved! I sought him, and I did not find him.
3 Eegdonni utuu magaalaa keessa naannaʼanuu na argan; anis, “Michuu koo argitanii?” jedheen isaan gaafadhe.
The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
4 Ani akkuman xinnoo isaan bira darbeen, nama lubbuun koo jaallattu sana nan argadhe. Anis isa nan qabadhe; hamman mana haadha kootti, diinqa haadha koo ishee garaatti na baatte sanaatti ol galchutti gad isa hin dhiisne.
But I passed on a little from them, Until I found him whom my soul has loved! I seized him, and did not let him go, Until I brought him to the house of my mother—And the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 Yaa intallan Yerusaalem, ani kuruphee fi borofaan isin kakachiisa; hamma isheen ofumaan feetee kaatutti, jaalala hin tuttuqinaa yookaan hin dadammaqsinaa.
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
6 Isheen qumbii fi ixaana urgooftuu daldaltootaa hunda irraa hojjetameen urgeeffamtee akkuma utubaa aaraa gammoojjii keessaa ol baatu kun eenyu?
Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
7 Kunoo! Siree Solomoon kan loltoota jaatama warra Israaʼel keessaa bebeekamoo taʼaniin marfamteerti.
Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
8 Hundi isaanii goraadee hidhatu; hundinuu muuxannoo waraanaa qabu; tokkoon tokkoon isaanii goraadee isaanii luqqeettuutti hidhatanii lola halkaniitiif qophaaʼan.
All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
9 Solomoon mootichi ofii isaatii gaarii tolfate; innis muka Libaanoon irraa tolfate.
A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
10 Inni utubaa isaa meetiidhaan hojjete; jala isaa garuu warqeedhaan hojjete. Teessoon isaa kirrii diimaa dhiilgeedhaan hojjetame; keessi isaas jaalala intallan Yerusaalemiitiin bareechamee hojjetame.
Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Yaa intallan Xiyoon gad baʼaatii Solomoon Mooticha ilaalaa; inni gonfoo haati isaa gaafa fuudha isaa, guyyaa garaan isaa gammadetti, mataa isaa irra keesseef sana kaaʼateera.
Go forth, and look, you daughters of Zion, On King Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
