Gabaygii Sulaymaan 5
1 Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, beertaydii waan soo dhex galay. Malmalkaygiina dhirtaydii udgoonayd baan la gurtay, Oo awlalladaydii shinniyeed iyo malabkaygiina waan cunay, Khamrigaygii iyo caanahaygiina waan cabbay, Saaxiibadaha Hadlayaa Saaxiibbadayow, wax cuna, Wax cabba, gacaliyayaalow, aad u cabba.
I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
2 Anigu waan hurday, laakiinse qalbigaygu waa soo jeeday. Waxaan maqlay codkii gacaliyahayga oo albaabka garaacaya, isagoo leh, Walaashayay, taan jeclahayay, qoolleydaydiiyey, tayda sanay, iridda iga fur, Waayo, madaxayga waxaa ka buuxa dharab, Oo timahaygana waxaa qoyay dhibicyihii habeennimada.
I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
3 Dharkaygii waan iska bixiyey, bal sidee baan u xidhaa? Oo cagahaygiina waan maydhay, bal sidee baan u wasakheeyaa?
— I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —
4 Gacaliyahaygii wuxuu gacantiisii ka soo dusiyey daloolkii albaabka, Oo qalbigaygu isaguu u dhaqaaqay.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
5 Waxaan u sara joogsaday inaan gacaliyahayga iridda ka furo, Oo gacmahaygana waxaa ka daadanayay malmal, Farahaygana malmalku Wuxuu kaga tiftifqay qataarkii albaabka.
I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
6 Gacaliyahaygii waan ka furay, Laakiinse gacaliyahaygii wuu iska noqday, wuuna tegey. Naftaydii markuu hadlay way naxday. Isagaan doondoonay, laakiinse waan heli kari waayay. Waan u dhawaaqay, laakiinse innaba iima uu jawaabin.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Oo waardiyayaashii magaalada dhex warwareegayay ayaa i helay Wayna i garaaceen oo i dhaawaceen. Oo kuwii derbiyada dhawrayay ayaa garbasaartaydii iga qaaday.
The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, Waxaan idinku dhaarinayaa, haddaad gacaliyahaygii aragtaan, U sheega inaan caashaq la buko.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.
9 Gacaliyahaagu muxuu gacaliye kale dheer yahay, Taada naagaha ugu qurxoonay? Bal gacaliyahaagu muxuu gacaliye kale dheer yahay, Waadigaa sidan noo dhaarinayee?
What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
10 Gacaliyahaygu waa cad yahay oo waa casaan. Waana kan toban kun ugu wanaagsan.
My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Madaxiisu waa sida dahab saafi ah, Oo timihiisuna waa sida cawbaar, oo waxay u madow yihiin sida tuke oo kale.
His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
12 Indhihiisu waa sida indho qoolley oo durdur biya ah ag joogta, Oo caano lagu maydhay oo si qumman loo dhigay.
His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
13 Dhabannadiisu waa sida beer dhir udgoon ah iyo sida ubaxyo carfa. Oo bushimihiisuna waa sida ubaxshooshanno uu malmal ka tiftifqayo.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Gacmihiisu waa sida kaatummo dahab ah oo berullos lagu dhejiyey, Oo jidhkiisuna waa sida foolmaroodi oo dhalaalaya oo safayr lagu sharraxay.
His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
15 Lugihiisu waa sida tiirar marmar ah, oo lagu qotomiyey saldhigyo dahab saafiya ah, Oo muuqashadiisuna waa sida Buur Lubnaan oo kale, oo wuxuu u qurxoon yahay sida geedaha kedarka oo kale.
His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
16 Afkiisu aad iyo aad buu u macaan yahay, oo isaga dhammaantiis waa mid aad loo jecel yahay. Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, Kaasu waa gacaliyahayga, waana saaxiibkayga.
His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
