1 K uwanu waa erayadii Aaguur ina Yaaqeh, oo ahaa reer Masaa. Ninku wuxuu la hadlay Iitii'eel, iyo xataa Iitii'eel iyo Ukaal, oo ku yidhi,

The words of Agur the son of Jakeh, the oracle. The man declares to Ithiel, to Ithiel and Ucal:

2 H ubaal anigu waan ka doqonnimo weynahay nin kastaba, Oo dad waxgarashadiisana ma lihi.

Surely I am more stupid than any man, And I do not have the understanding of a man.

3 X igmad ma aan baran, Aqoonta Kan quduuska ahna ma aqaan.

Neither have I learned wisdom, Nor do I have the knowledge of the Holy One.

4 Y aa samada u baxay, oo ka soo degay? Yaa dabaysha gacmihiisa ku soo ururshay? Yaa biyaha dharkiisa ku guntay? Yaa dhulka darafyadiisa oo dhan dhisay? Magicii, wiilkiisana magicii, haddaad taqaan?

Who has ascended into heaven and descended? Who has gathered the wind in His fists? Who has wrapped the waters in His garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is His name or His son’s name? Surely you know!

5 E ray kasta oo Ilaah waa daahir; Oo isagu wuxuu gaashaan u yahay kuwa isaga aaminsan.

Every word of God is tested; He is a shield to those who take refuge in Him.

6 E rayadiisa waxba ha ku darin, Waaba intaas oo uu ku canaantaa, oo lagu ogaadaa inaad beenaaleh tahay.

Do not add to His words Or He will reprove you, and you will be proved a liar.

7 L aba waxyaalood ayaan ku weyddiistay, Iyaga ha ii diidin intaanan dhiman.

Two things I asked of You, Do not refuse me before I die:

8 W ax aan waxtar lahayn iyo been iga fogee, Oo caydhnimo iyo taajirnimo midna ha i siin. Igu quudi cunto aanan ka maarmin,

Keep deception and lies far from me, Give me neither poverty nor riches; Feed me with the food that is my portion,

9 W aaba intaasoo intaan dhergo, aan adiga ku inkiraaye, oo aan idhaahdaa, Waa ayo Rabbigu? Amase waaba intaasoo aan miskiin noqdaa, oo intaan wax xado, Aan magaca Ilaahayga si been ah ugu hadal qaadaaye.

That I not be full and deny You and say, “Who is the Lord ?” Or that I not be in want and steal, And profane the name of my God.

10 A ddoon sayidkiisa xan ha uga sheegin, Waaba intaas oo uu ku habaaraa, oo eed lagugu helaaye.

Do not slander a slave to his master, Or he will curse you and you will be found guilty.

11 W axaa jira farcan aabbahood inkaara, Oo aan hooyadoodna u ducayn.

There is a kind of man who curses his father And does not bless his mother.

12 W axaa jira farcan isla daahirsan, Oo weliba aan nijaastoodii ka maydhmin.

There is a kind who is pure in his own eyes, Yet is not washed from his filthiness.

13 W axaa jira farcan indhahoodu aad u sarreeyaan! Oo daboolka indhahoodana kor bay u qaadaan.

There is a kind—oh how lofty are his eyes! And his eyelids are raised in arrogance.

14 W axaa jira farcan ilkahoodu sida seefo oo kale yihiin, oo gowsahooduna sida mindiyo oo kale yihiin, Si ay masaakiinta dhulka uga baabbi'iyaan, oo ay kuwa baahanna dadka dhexdiisa uga dhammeeyaan.

There is a kind of man whose teeth are like swords And his jaw teeth like knives, To devour the afflicted from the earth And the needy from among men.

15 C ulaacushu waxay leedahay laba gabdhood, oo leh, Na sii, Na sii. Waxaa jira saddex waxyaalood oo aan weligood dhergin, Haah, oo afar aan odhan, Bes, nagu filan;

The leech has two daughters, “Give,” “Give.” There are three things that will not be satisfied, Four that will not say, “Enough”:

16 W axaana weeye qabriga, iyo maxalka aan wax dhalayn, Iyo dhulka aan biyo ka dhergayn, Iyo dabka aan odhan, Bes, igu filan.

Sheol, and the barren womb, Earth that is never satisfied with water, And fire that never says, “Enough.”

17 I sha aabbaheed ku majaajiloota, Oo quudhsata inay hooyadeed addeecdo, Waxaa la soo bixi doona tukayaasha dooxada, Oo waxaa cuni doona gorgorrada.

The eye that mocks a father And scorns a mother, The ravens of the valley will pick it out, And the young eagles will eat it.

18 W axaa jira saddex waxyaalood oo anigu aan aad ula yaabo, Haah, afar baan garan waayay,

There are three things which are too wonderful for me, Four which I do not understand:

19 O o iyana waxaa weeye siduu gorgor hawada u duulo, Siduu masna dhagax ugu socdo, Siday doonnina badda u maaxdo, Iyo siduu nin gabadh ula macaamiloodo.

The way of an eagle in the sky, The way of a serpent on a rock, The way of a ship in the middle of the sea, And the way of a man with a maid.

20 S idaas oo kale waxaa ah naag dhillo ah sideeda, Taasoo intay wax cunto afka tirtirta, Oo haddana tidhaahda, Anigu waxba xumaan ma aan samayn.

This is the way of an adulterous woman: She eats and wipes her mouth, And says, “I have done no wrong.”

21 S addex waxyaalood ayaa dhulku la gariiraa, Oo afar baanu qaadan karin,

Under three things the earth quakes, And under four, it cannot bear up:

22 W axaana weeye addoon markuu boqor noqdo, Iyo nacas markuu cunto ka dhergo,

Under a slave when he becomes king, And a fool when he is satisfied with food,

23 I yo naag la nacay markay guursato, Iyo gabadh addoon ahu markay sayidaddeedii meesheeda gasho.

Under an unloved woman when she gets a husband, And a maidservant when she supplants her mistress.

24 W axaa jira afar waxyaalood oo dhulka ku yaryar, Laakiinse aad iyo aad u caqli badan.

Four things are small on the earth, But they are exceedingly wise:

25 Q udhaanjadu waa sida dad aan xoog badnayn, Laakiinse waxay cuntadooda soo diyaarsadaan guga.

The ants are not a strong people, But they prepare their food in the summer;

26 W alooyinku waa qoon taagdaran, Oo haddana waxay guryahooda ka samaystaan dhagaxyada dhexdooda;

The shephanim are not mighty people, Yet they make their houses in the rocks;

27 A yaxu boqor ma leh, Weliba dhammaantood guuto guuto ayay u socdaan.

The locusts have no king, Yet all of them go out in ranks;

28 Q orratadu waa wax gacanta lagu qaban karo, Weliba waxay joogtaa guryaha boqorrada.

The lizard you may grasp with the hands, Yet it is in kings’ palaces.

29 W axaa jira saddex waxyaalood oo si fiican u socda, Haah, oo afar waa socod wanaagsan yihiin.

There are three things which are stately in their march, Even four which are stately when they walk:

30 A ar libaax oo ah kan xayawaanka ugu xoogga badan, Oo aan weliba midna dib uga noqon,

The lion which is mighty among beasts And does not retreat before any,

31 D iiqa xarragoonaya, iyo orgiga; Iyo boqorka aanay dadku gees ka ahayn.

The strutting rooster, the male goat also, And a king when his army is with him.

32 H addaad nacasnimo samaysay adoo isa sarraysiinaya, Ama aad wax shar ah ka fikirtay, Gacanta afka saar.

If you have been foolish in exalting yourself Or if you have plotted evil, put your hand on your mouth.

33 W aayo, caanihii la lulaa subag bay soo saaraan, Sankii la maroojiyaana dhiig buu keenaa, Sidaas oo kalena cadhadii la qasbaa dirir bay keentaa.

For the churning of milk produces butter, And pressing the nose brings forth blood; So the churning of anger produces strife.