Gabaygii Sulaymaan 4
1 Taan jeclahayay, bal eeg, adigu waad qurxoon tahay, bal eeg, waad qurxoon tahay, Oo waxaad leedahay indhaha qoolleyda oo kale oo indhashareertaada ku qarsoon. Timahaaguna waa sida riyo Buur Gilecaad ka muuqda.
See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
2 Ilkahaaguna waa sida laxo loo xiiray, Oo ka soo baxay meeshii lagu soo maydhay, Oo middood kastaaba mataano dhashay, Oo aan dhexdooda lagu arag mid dhicisay.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
3 Bushimahaagu waa sida dun guduudan, Oo afkaaguna waa qurxoon yahay, Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
4 Qoortaaduna waa sida munaaraddii Daa'uud oo loo dhisay inay ahaato meel hubka dagaalka la dhigto, Oo ay sudhan yihiin kun gaashaan, Oo ah gaashaammadii ragga xoogga badan oo dhan.
Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
5 Oo labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay. Oo ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda daaqaya.
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6 Ilaa waagu baryo, oo hoosku baabbo'o, Waxaan u kici doonaa buurta malmalka, Iyo kurta fooxa.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Taan jeclahayay, adigu waad qurxoon tahay, Oo innaba iin ma lihid.
You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
8 Aroosaddaydiiyey, Buur Lubnaan iga soo raac, Oo kaalay, Buur Lubnaan iga soo raac. Buur Amaanaah dhaladeeda wax ka fiiri, Oo Buur Seniir iyo Buur Xermoon dhaladooda wax ka fiiri, Oo wax ka soo fiiri boholaha libaaxyada, Iyo buuraha shabeelladaba.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, qalbigaygii waad la tagtay, Oo waxaad qalbigayga kula tagtay daymooyinka indhahaaga middood Iyo laasimmada qoortaada midkood.
You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
10 Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, jacaylkaagu qurux badanaa! Oo jacaylkaagu intee buu khamri ka sii fiican yahay! Oo saliiddaada carafteeduna way ka fiican tahay dhirta udgoon oo dhan.
How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
11 Aroosaddaydiiyey, bushimahaaga malab baa ka soo tiftifqaya, Oo carrabkaaga hoostiisana malab iyo caanaa ku jira. Oo dharkaaga caraftiisuna waa sida carafta Buur Lubnaan.
Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, waxaad tahay sida beer la xidhay, Iyo ilbiyood la awday, iyo durdur la xidhay.
A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
13 Dhirtaadu waa beer ay ku dhex yaalliin rummaan, iyo dhir kale oo midho aad u wanaagsan, Iyo xinne iyo naaradiin,
The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
14 Naaradiin iyo huruud, Iyo kalamus iyo qorfe, iyo dhir kasta oo foox dhasha, Iyo malmal iyo cuud iyo dhir udgoon oo fiican oo dhan.
Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 Waxaad tahay ilbiyood beero waraabisa, Iyo ceel biyo nool leh, Iyo durdurro Buur Lubnaan ka soo qulqulaya.
You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
16 Dabaysha woqooyay, soo kac, oo tan koonfureeday, kaalay, Oo beertayda necaw ku afuufa si ay dhirteeda udgoonu uga soo carfaan, Gacaliyahaygu beertiisa ha soo galo oo midhaheeda wacan ha cuno.
Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
