¹As the chorus of `Mahanaim.` How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

¹Gabadha amiirku dhalayay, cagahaagu qurux badanaa markay kabo illan yihiin, Bowdooyinkaagu waa sida dahab Nin saanac ahu gacantiisa ku sameeyey.

²Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

²Xudduntaadu waa sida fijaan goobaaban Oo aan innaba khamri ka dhinnanayn, Oo xaluskaaguna waa sida sarreen meel tuunsan Oo ubaxshooshanno lagu wareejiyey.

³Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

³Labadaada naasna waa sida laba gibin Oo mataano ah oo cawl dhashay.

⁴Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

⁴Qoortaaduna waa sida munaarad foolmaroodi ah, Oo indhahaaguna waa sida ballidii Xeshboon oo ku ag yaal iridda Batrabbiim. Oo sankaaguna waa sida munaaradda Lubnaan Oo xagga Dimishaq u jeeda.

⁵Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

⁵Madaxaagu sida Buur Karmel oo kale wuu dheer yahay, Oo timaha madaxaaguna waa sida guduud oo kale, Oo boqorkuna wuu ku xidhan yahay.

⁶How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

⁶Taan jeclahayay, qurux badnidaa! Fiicnaan badnidaa! Aad baad iiga farxisaa!

⁷This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

⁷Sarajooggaagu waa sida geed baar ah, Oo naasahaaguna waa sida rucubyo canab ah.

⁸I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

⁸Waxaan is-idhi, Geedka baarka waan fuuli doonaa, Oo waxaan qabsan doonaa laamihiisa. Naasahaagu ha ahaadeen sida rucubyo canab ah, Oo sankaaga neeftiisuna ha u carafto sida midho tufaax ah.

⁹And thy palate as the good wine —` Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

⁹Oo afkaaguna ha ahaado sida khamri wanaagsan.

¹⁰I [am] my beloved`s, and on me [is] his desire.

¹⁰Anigu waxaan ahay tii gacaliyahayga, Oo damaciisuna xaggayguu soo jiraa.

¹¹Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

¹¹Gacaliyahaygow, kaalay, aynu duurka isla tagnee, Oo aynu tuulooyinka ku soo dhaxnee.

¹²We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

¹²Aynu aroor hore beercanabyada tagnee, Oo aynu soo aragno bal in canabkii magoolay, oo ay ubixiisii soo muuqdeen, Oo uu rummaankii ubxiyey iyo in kale; Oo halkaasaan jacaylkayga kugu siin doonaa.Ubixii duudaygu way soo carfayaan, Oo albaabbadayada agtooda waxaa yaal midho cayn kasta ah oo cusayb iyo duugba leh, Oo adigaan kuu kaydiyey, gacaliyahaygiiyow.

¹³The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

¹³Ubixii duudaygu way soo carfayaan, Oo albaabbadayada agtooda waxaa yaal midho cayn kasta ah oo cusayb iyo duugba leh, Oo adigaan kuu kaydiyey, gacaliyahaygiiyow.