1 H addaad ahaan lahayd walaalkay Oo naasihii hooyaday nuugay, Markaan dibadda kaa helaba waan ku dhunkan lahaa. Oo innaba layma quudhsadeen.

“Oh that you were like a brother to me Who nursed at my mother’s breasts. If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you; No one would despise me, either.

2 W aan 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 the house of my mother, who used to instruct me; I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.

3 G acantiisa bidix madaxaygay ka hoosayn lahayd, Oo gacantiisa midigna way isku kay duubi lahayd.

“Let his left hand be under my head And his right hand embrace me.”

4 G abdhaha reer Yeruusaalemow, waxaan idinku dhaarinayaa Inaydaan jacayl kicin, ama aydaan toosin, Ilaa uu doono. Saaxiibadaha Hadlayaa

“ I want you to swear, O daughters of Jerusalem, Do not arouse or awaken my love Until she pleases.”

5 W aa 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 coming up from the wilderness Leaning on her beloved?” “ Beneath the apple tree I awakened you; There your mother was in labor with you, There she was in labor and gave you birth.

6 Q albigaaga 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.

“Put me like a seal over your heart, Like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, Jealousy is as severe as Sheol; Its flashes are flashes of fire, The very flame of the Lord.

7 B iyo 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. Saaxiibadaha Hadlayaa

“Many waters cannot quench love, Nor will rivers overflow it; If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love, It would be utterly despised.”

8 A nnagu 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 she has no breasts; What shall we do for our sister On the day when she is spoken for?

9 H adday derbi tahay waxaannu korkeeda ka dhisi doonnaa munaarad lacag ah, Oo hadday albaab tahayna waxaannu iyada ku hareerayn doonnaa alwaaxyo kedar ah. Gacalisada Hadlaysaa

“If she is a wall, We will build on her a battlement of silver; But if she is a door, We will barricade her with planks of cedar.”

10 A nigu waxaan ahay derbi, oo naasahayguna waa sida munaaradaha oo kale. Oo markaas waxaan hortiisa ku ahaa sidii mid nabad heshay.

“ I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; Then I became in his eyes as one who finds peace.

11 S ulaymaan 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 entrusted the vineyard to caretakers. Each one was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.

12 B eercanabkayga ah kan aan iska leeyahay, hortayduu ku yaal, Haddaba Sulaymaanow, adigu waxaad heli doontaa kun, Kuwa midhihiisa dhawraana laba boqol. Gacaliyaha Hadlayaa

“My very own vineyard is at my disposal; The thousand shekels are for you, Solomon, And two hundred are for those who take care of its fruit.”

13 T aada beeraha dhexdooda degganay, Rafiiqyadaadu waxay dhegaystaan codkaaga, Haddaba, bal i maqashii. Gacalisada Hadlaysaa

“ O you who sit in the gardens, My companions are listening for your voice— Let me hear it!”

14 G acaliyahaygow, 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.”