Weedduu 1
1 Weedduu Weeddotaa Solomoon.
The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Inni dhungoo afaan isaatiin na haa dhungatu; jaalalli kee daadhii wayinii caalaatii.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
3 Urgaan shittoo keetii namatti tola; maqaan kee akkuma shittoo dhangalaafamee ti. Kanaafuu dubarran si jaallatu!
Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is [as] oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.
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; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.
5 Intallan Yerusaalem, ani akkuma dunkaana Qeedaar, akkuma golgaa dunkaana Solomoonis gurraattii dha; garuu bareedduu dha.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains 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.
Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; [But] mine own vineyard have I 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?
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 Yaa dubartii dubartoota hunda caalaa bareeddu, ati yoo beekuu baatte hoolota duukaa buʼi; ilmoolee reʼoota keetiis dunkaana tiksootaa bira tikfadhu.
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 Yaa jaalallee ko, ani akka farda dhalaa fardeen gaarii Faraʼoon harkisan keessaa tokkootti sin ilaala.
I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Maddiin kee amartii gurraatiin, mormii kees dirata warqeetiin miidhagfameera.
Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.
11 Nu warqee gurraa meetiidhaan wal make siif tolchina.
We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
12 Utuma mootichi maaddiitti dhiʼaatee jiruu shittoon koo urgaa isaa kenne.
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13 Michuun koo anaaf korojoo qumbii ti; inni guntuta koo gidduu boqota.
My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
14 Michuun koo anaaf hurbuu daraaraa heennaa kan iddoo dhaabaa wayinii Een Gaadiitii dhufee dha.
My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Yaa jaalallee ko, ati akkam bareedda! Dinqii akkam bareedda! Iji kee gugee fakkaata.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves.
16 Yaa michuu ko, ati akkam miidhagda! Dinqii akkam namatti tolta! Margi lalisaan siree keenya.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
17 Dareersumaan mana keenyaa birbirsa; dagaleen isaa immoo gaattiraa dha.
The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.
