O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret of the stairs, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Qoolleydayda qararka dillaacyadooda iyo meelahooda qarsoon ee dalcad ah ku jirta, Bal jaahaaga i tus, oo codkaaga i maqashii, Waayo, codkaagu wuu macaan yahay, oo jaahaaguna wuu surad wacan yahay.