Gabaygii Sulaymaan 6
1 Taada naagaha u qurxoonay, Xaggee gacaliyahaagii tegey? Aannu kula goobnee, Xaggee buu gacaliyahaagii u leexday?
Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
2 Gacaliyahaygii wuxuu u dhaadhacay beertiisa, iyo beer qaybaheed oo dhir udgoon ah Inuu adhigiisa soo daajiyo beeraha dhexdooda, oo uu soo urursado ubaxshooshanno.
Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
3 Anigu waxaan ahay tii gacaliyahayga, oo gacaliyahayguna waa kaygii, Oo wuxuu adhigiisa daajiyaa ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda.
I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
4 Taan jeclahayay, waxaad u qurux badan tahay sida Tirsaah oo kale, Oo waxaad u suurad wacan tahay sida Yeruusaalem oo kale, Waxaana lagaaga cabsadaa sida ciidan calammo sita oo kale.
Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
5 Indhahaaga iga sii jeedi, Waayo, way iga adkaadeen. Timahaagu waa sida riyo Buur Gilecaad ka muuqda.
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
6 Ilkahaaguna waa sida laxo 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, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
7 Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
8 Waxaa jira lixdan boqoradood, iyo siddeetan naagood oo addoommo ah, Iyo gabdho aan tiro lahayn.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9 Laakiinse qoolleydayda, iyo tayda sanu waa mid qudha. Iyadu waa tan keliya ee hooyadeed, Oo waa tan daahirsan ee tii iyada dhashay. Gabdhuhu iyaday arkeen oo waxay ku sheegeen mid barakaysan, Oo xataa boqoradihii iyo naagihii addoommaha ahaaba way ammaaneen.
One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
10 Waa tuma tan u soo muuqata sida kaaha waaberiga, Oo sida dayaxa u qurxoon, Ee sida qorraxda u daahirsan, Oo haddana looga cabsado sida ciidan calammo sita oo kale?
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
11 Waxaan ku dhaadhacay beertii yicibta Inaan soo arko geedaha cagaarka ah ee dooxada, Iyo inaan soo arko bal in canabkii magoolay, Oo uu rummaankii ubxiyey iyo in kale.
Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
12 Anigoo aan garanayn ayaa nafsaddaydu iga dhigtay sida gaadhifardoodkii Cammiinaadiib oo kale.
I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
13 Tan reer Shuuleemay, soo noqo, soo noqo, Aan ku daawannee soo noqo, soo noqo. Gacaliyaha Hadlayaa Bal maxaad u daawanaysaan tan reer Shuuleem Sida cayaarta Maxanayim?
Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
