Gabaygii Sulaymaan 6
1 Taada naagaha u qurxoonay, Xaggee gacaliyahaagii tegey? Aannu kula goobnee, Xaggee buu gacaliyahaagii u leexday?
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, 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.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Anigu waxaan ahay tii gacaliyahayga, oo gacaliyahayguna waa kaygii, Oo wuxuu adhigiisa daajiyaa ubaxshooshannada dhexdooda.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses 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.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Indhahaaga iga sii jeedi, Waayo, way iga adkaadeen. Timahaagu waa sida riyo Buur Gilecaad ka muuqda.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side 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 ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
7 Oo dhafoorradaada indhashareertaada ku qarsoonuna waa sida xabbad rummaan ah jeexeed.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 Waxaa jira lixdan boqoradood, iyo siddeetan naagood oo addoommo ah, Iyo gabdho aan tiro lahayn.
There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins 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.
My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the 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?
Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
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.
I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Anigoo aan garanayn ayaa nafsaddaydu iga dhigtay sida gaadhifardoodkii Cammiinaadiib oo kale.
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
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?
Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
