Song of Songs 4
1 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves, beside your veil: your hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
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.
2 Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one amongst them.
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.
3 Your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.
Bushimahaagu waa sida dun guduudan, Oo afkaaguna waa qurxoon yahay, Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
4 Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
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.
5 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed amongst the lilies.
Oo labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay. Oo ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda daaqaya.
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Ilaa waagu baryo, oo hoosku baabbo'o, Waxaan u kici doonaa buurta malmalka, Iyo kurta fooxa.
7 You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.
Taan jeclahayay, adigu waad qurxoon tahay, Oo innaba iin ma lihid.
8 Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: you shall come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
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.
9 My sister, [my] spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, qalbigaygii waad la tagtay, Oo waxaad qalbigayga kula tagtay daymooyinka indhahaaga middood Iyo laasimmada qoortaada midkood.
10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, and the smell of your garments than all spices!
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.
11 Your lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is as the smell of Libanus.
Aroosaddaydiiyey, bushimahaaga malab baa ka soo tiftifqaya, Oo carrabkaaga hoostiisana malab iyo caanaa ku jira. Oo dharkaaga caraftiisuna waa sida carafta Buur Lubnaan.
12 My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Walaashayay, aroosaddaydiiyey, waxaad tahay sida beer la xidhay, Iyo ilbiyood la awday, iyo durdur la xidhay.
13 Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
Dhirtaadu waa beer ay ku dhex yaalliin rummaan, iyo dhir kale oo midho aad u wanaagsan, Iyo xinne iyo naaradiin,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
Naaradiin iyo huruud, Iyo kalamus iyo qorfe, iyo dhir kasta oo foox dhasha, Iyo malmal iyo cuud iyo dhir udgoon oo fiican oo dhan.
15 a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
Waxaad tahay ilbiyood beero waraabisa, Iyo ceel biyo nool leh, Iyo durdurro Buur Lubnaan ka soo qulqulaya.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
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.
