Weedduu 7
1 Yaa intala ilma mootii, miilli kee kophee keessatti akkam bareeda! Gudeedni kee miidhagaan sun dooqa gatii guddaa kan ogeessi hojii harkaa tolche fakkaata.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 Handhuurri kee xoofoo geengoo kan takkumaa daadhiin wayinii wal makaan keessaa hin dhabamin fakkaata. Mudhiin kee immoo tuullaa qamadii kan daraaraadhaan marfame fakkaata.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Guntunni kee lamaan akkuma ilmoolee kuruphee kanneen lakkuu dhalatanii ti.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Mormi kee gamoo ilka arbaa fakkaata. Iji kee haroo Heshboon kan karra Baatrabii biraa fakkaata. Funyaan kee gamoo Libaanoon kan gara Damaasqoo gad ilaalu fakkaata.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath–rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Mataan kee akkuma Tulluu Qarmeloos gonfoo siif taʼa. Rifeensi mataa keetii afaa mana mootii fakkaata; mootiin dheerina isaatiin qabamee boojiʼama.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 Yaa jaalallee ati gammachuu kee wajjin akkam bareedda; akkamis namatti tolta!
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 Dhaabni kee dhaaba meexxii fakkaata; guntunni kees hurbuu ijaa fakkaata.
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Anis, “Muka meexxii kana nan yaabbadha; ija isaa nan qabadha” nan jedhe. Guntunni kee akkuma hurbuu wayinii, urgaan hafuura keetii akkuma urgaa hudhaa ti;
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 afaan kees akkuma daadhii wayinii kan akka malee gaarii taʼee ti. Ishee Daadhiin wayinii suutumaan hidhii fi ilkaan irra gad yaaʼee gara michuu koo haa dhaqu.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 Ani kan michuu koo ti; hawwiin isaas anumaaf.
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
11 Yaa michuu ko, kottu mee gara baadiyyaa haa deemnu; gandoota achii keessa haa bullu.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Akka mukni wayinii hudhaa baafate, akka daraaraan ija banatee fi akka roomaaniin daraare ilaaluuf ganama bariin kaanee gara iddoo dhaabaa wayinii haa deemnu; anis achitti jaalala koo siif nan kenna.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
13 Hudhaan urgaa isaa gad dhiisa; yaa michuu ko, wanni ani siif kuuse, haaraa fi moofaanis wanni filatamaan hundi balbala keenya dura jira.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
