Gabaygii Sulaymaan 7
1 Gabadha amiirku dhalayay, cagahaagu qurux badanaa markay kabo illan yihiin, Bowdooyinkaagu waa sida dahab Nin saanac ahu gacantiisa ku sameeyey.
As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
2 Xudduntaadu waa sida fijaan goobaaban Oo aan innaba khamri ka dhinnanayn, Oo xaluskaaguna waa sida sarreen meel tuunsan Oo ubaxshooshanno lagu wareejiyey.
Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin Oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay.
Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Qoortaaduna waa sida munaarad foolmaroodi ah, Oo indhahaaguna waa sida ballidii Xeshboon oo ku ag yaal iridda Batrabbiim. Oo sankaaguna waa sida munaaradda Lubnaan Oo xagga Dimishaq u jeeda.
Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
5 Madaxaagu sida Buur Karmel oo kale wuu dheer yahay, Oo timaha madaxaaguna waa sida guduud oo kale, Oo boqorkuna wuu ku xidhan yahay.
Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 Taan jeclahayay, qurux badnidaa! Fiicnaan badnidaa! Aad baad iiga farxisaa!
How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7 Sarajooggaagu waa sida geed baar ah, Oo naasahaaguna waa sida rucubyo canab ah.
This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
8 Waxaan is-idhi, Geedka baarka waan fuuli doonaa, Oo waxaan qabsan doonaa laamihiisa. Naasahaagu ha ahaadeen sida rucubyo canab ah, Oo sankaaga neeftiisuna ha u carafto sida midho tufaax ah.
I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
9 Oo afkaaguna ha ahaado sida khamri wanaagsan. Gacalisada Hadlaysaa Si qumman oo macaan ha ugu socda gacaliyahayga, Oo kuwa hurda bushimahooda ka hadliya.
And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 Anigu waxaan ahay tii gacaliyahayga, Oo damaciisuna xaggayguu soo jiraa.
I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Gacaliyahaygow, kaalay, aynu duurka isla tagnee, Oo aynu tuulooyinka ku soo dhaxnee.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Aynu aroor hore beercanabyada tagnee, Oo aynu soo aragno bal in canabkii magoolay, oo ay ubixiisii soo muuqdeen, Oo uu rummaankii ubxiyey iyo in kale; Oo halkaasaan jacaylkayga kugu siin doonaa.
We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
13 Ubixii duudaygu way soo carfayaan, Oo albaabbadayada agtooda waxaa yaal midho cayn kasta ah oo cusayb iyo duugba leh, Oo adigaan kuu kaydiyey, gacaliyahaygiiyow.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
