Gabaygii Sulaymaan 8
1 Haddaad ahaan lahayd walaalkay Oo naasihii hooyaday nuugay, Markaan dibadda kaa helaba waan ku dhunkan lahaa. Oo innaba layma quudhsadeen.
I wish that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts. Then whenever I met you outside, I could kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2 Waan ku soo kaxayn lahaa oo waxaan ku gelin lahaa guriga hooyaday, Wax baadna i bari lahayd. Oo waxaan ku cabsiin lahaa khamriga xawaashka leh Ee biyaha rummaankayga laga sameeyey.
I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house— she who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink and some of the juice of my pomegranates.
3 Gacantiisa bidix madaxaygay ka hoosayn lahayd, Oo gacantiisa midigna way isku kay duubi lahayd.
His left hand is under my head and his right hand embraces me.
4 Gabdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, waxaan idinku dhaarinayaa Inaydaan jacayl kicin, ama aydaan toosin, Ilaa uu doono.
I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that you will not interrupt our lovemaking until it is over.
5 Waa tuma tan cidlada ka soo baxaysa, Ee gacaliyeheeda ku tiirsanu? Gacalisada Hadlaysaa Waxaan kaa soo kiciyey geed tufaax ah hoostiis. Halkaasaa hooyadaa kugu foolatay, Oo halkaasay tii ku dhashay kugu foolatay.
Who is this who is coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? The woman speaking to the man I awakened you under the apricot tree; there your mother conceived you; there she gave birth to you, she delivered you.
6 Qalbigaaga korkiisa ii dhig sida shaabad oo kale, oo gacantaada korkeeda ii dhig sida shaabad oo kale, Waayo, jacaylku wuxuu u xoog badan yahay sida geeri oo kale, Oo masayrkuna wuxuu u nac weyn yahay sidii She'ool oo kale. Belbelkiisu waa sida belbel dab ah, Oo waa ololka ugu wada kulul ee Rabbiga. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death. Passionate devotion is as unrelenting as Sheol; its flames burst out; it is a blazing flame, a flame hotter than any other fire. (Sheol h7585)
7 Biyo badanu jacayl ma demin karaan, Oo daadadkuna innaba ma qarqin karaan. Haddii nin damco inuu jacayl soo siisto maalka gurigiisa oo dhan, Haddana dhammaan waa la quudhsan lahaa.
Surging waters cannot quench love, nor can floods sweep it away. If a man gave all the possessions in his house for love, the offer would utterly be despised.
8 Annagu waxaannu leennahay walaal yar, Oo aan innaba naaso lahayn. Haddaba bal maxaannu walaashayo u samayn doonnaa Maalintii iyada guur loo soo doonto?
We have a little sister, and her breasts have not yet grown. What can we do for our sister on the day when she will be promised in marriage?
9 Hadday derbi tahay waxaannu korkeeda ka dhisi doonnaa munaarad lacag ah, Oo hadday albaab tahayna waxaannu iyada ku hareerayn doonnaa alwaaxyo kedar ah.
If she is a wall, we will build on her a tower of silver. If she is a door, we will adorn her with boards of cedar.
10 Anigu waxaan ahay derbi, oo naasahayguna waa sida munaaradaha oo kale. Oo markaas waxaan hortiisa ku ahaa sidii mid nabad heshay.
I was a wall, but my breasts are now like fortress towers; so I am in his eyes as one who brings peace.
11 Sulaymaan beercanab buu Bacal Hamoon ku lahaa; Oo beercanabkii wuxuu ka kireeyey kuwa dhawra, Oo midkood kastaaba wuxuu midhaheeda uga keeni jiray kun xabbadood oo lacag ah.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He gave the vineyard to those who would maintain it. Each one was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
12 Beercanabkayga ah kan aan iska leeyahay, hortayduu ku yaal, Haddaba Sulaymaanow, adigu waxaad heli doontaa kun, Kuwa midhihiisa dhawraana laba boqol.
My vineyard, my very own, is before me; the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon, and the two hundred shekels are for those who maintain its fruit.
13 Taada beeraha dhexdooda degganay, Rafiiqyadaadu waxay dhegaystaan codkaaga, Haddaba, bal i maqashii.
You who live in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it.
14 Gacaliyahaygow, dhaqso, Oo waxaad ahaataa sida cawl ama deer qayrab ah Oo buuraha dhirta udgoon kor jooga.
Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
