Gabaygii Sulaymaan 2
1 Anigu waxaan ahay ubaxnarjiska Shaaroon, Iyo ubaxshooshanka dooxooyinka.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
2 Sida ubaxshooshanku qodxanta ku dhex yahay, Ayay taan jeclahayna gabdhaha ku dhex tahay.
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
3 Sida geedka tufaaxa ahu uu dhirta duurka ku dhex yahay, Ayuu gacaliyahayguna wiilasha ku dhex yahay. Hooskiisaan fadhiistay anigoo aad u faraxsan, Oo midhihiisuna way ila dhadhan macaanaayeen.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Wuxuu i keenay guriga diyaafadda, Oo calankiisii i kor sudhnaana wuxuu ahaa jacayl.
He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
5 Sabiib igu quudi, oo tufaax igu noolee, Waayo, anigu caashaq baan la bukaa.
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 Gacantiisa bidix madaxaygay ka hoosaysaa, Oo gacantiisa midigna way igu duuban tahay.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7 Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, waxaan idinku dhaarinayaa Cawsha iyo deerada duurka Inaydaan jacayl kicin, ama aydaan toosin Ilaa uu doono.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
8 Waa kaa codkii gacaliyahaygu! Bal eega, wuu soo socdaa, Isagoo buuraha korkooda ku soo boodboodaya, oo kuraha dushooda ku faclaynaya.
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 Gacaliyahaygu waa sida cawl ama deer qayrab ah oo kale. Bal eega, wuxuu taagan yahay derbigayaga gadaashiisa, Oo daaqadahuu ka soo eegayaa, oo shabagguu ka soo dayayaa.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 Markaasaa gacaliyahaygii ila hadlay oo wuxuu igu yidhi, Taan jeclahayay, soo kac, taydan qurxoonay i soo raac.
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
11 Waayo, qabowgii wuu na dhaafay, Oo roobkiina wuu dhammaaday, wuuna qaaday,
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12 Ubaxii dhulkuu ka muuqanayaa, Oo wakhtigii shimbirruhu gabyi jireenna waa la gaadhay, Oo codkii qoolleydana dalkayagaa laga maqlayaa.
The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
13 Berduhu midhihiisuu soo bixinayaa, Oo geedaha canabkuna way ubxinayaan, Wayna soo carfayaan. Taan jeclahayay, soo kac, taydan qurxoonay i soo raac.
The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
14 Qoolleydayda qararka dillaacyadooda iyo meelahooda qarsoon ee dalcad ah ku jirta, Bal jaahaaga i tus, oo codkaaga i maqashii, Waayo, codkaagu wuu macaan yahay, oo jaahaaguna wuu surad wacan yahay.
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
15 Dawacooyinka noo qabta, kuwaasoo ah dawacooyinka yaryar ee beerahayaga canabka ah bi'iya, Waayo, beerahayaga canabka ahu haatan way ubxinayaan.
Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
16 Gacaliyahaygu waa kaygii oo anna tiisii baan ahay. Wuxuu adhigiisa daajinayaa ubaxyada dhexdooda.
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 Ilaa waagu baryo, oo hoosku baabba'o, Gacaliyahaygiiyow, soo noqo, oo ahow sida cawl oo kale, amase sida deer qayrab ah Oo buuraha Beter kor jooga.
Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
