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 breasts are better than wine.
3 Urgaan shittoo keetii namatti tola; maqaan kee akkuma shittoo dhangalaafamee ti. Kanaafuu dubarran si jaallatu!
And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens 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!
They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
5 Intallan Yerusaalem, ani akkuma dunkaana Qeedaar, akkuma golgaa dunkaana Solomoonis gurraattii dha; garuu bareedduu dha.
I am black, but beautiful, 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 dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
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, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by 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 thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
9 Yaa jaalallee ko, ani akka farda dhalaa fardeen gaarii Faraʼoon harkisan keessaa tokkootti sin ilaala.
I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Maddiin kee amartii gurraatiin, mormii kees dirata warqeetiin miidhagfameera.
How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
11 Nu warqee gurraa meetiidhaan wal make siif tolchina.
We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 Utuma mootichi maaddiitti dhiʼaatee jiruu shittoon koo urgaa isaa kenne.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 Michuun koo anaaf korojoo qumbii ti; inni guntuta koo gidduu boqota.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 Michuun koo anaaf hurbuu daraaraa heennaa kan iddoo dhaabaa wayinii Een Gaadiitii dhufee dha.
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Yaa jaalallee ko, ati akkam bareedda! Dinqii akkam bareedda! Iji kee gugee fakkaata.
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
16 Yaa michuu ko, ati akkam miidhagda! Dinqii akkam namatti tolta! Margi lalisaan siree keenya.
Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 Dareersumaan mana keenyaa birbirsa; dagaleen isaa immoo gaattiraa dha.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
