Song of Solomon 1
Waƙar Waƙoƙin Solomon.
2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
Bari yă sumbace ni da sumbar bakinsa, gama ƙaunarka ta fi ruwan inabi zaƙi.
3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
Ƙanshin turarenka mai daɗi ne; sunanka kuwa kamar turaren da aka tsiyaye ne. Shi ya sa mata suke ƙaunarka!
4 Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
Ka ɗauke ni mu gudu, mu yi sauri! Bari sarki yă kai ni gidansa. Ƙawaye Muna farin ciki muna kuma murna tare da kai, za mu yabi ƙaunarka fiye da ruwan inabi. Ƙaunatacciya Daidai ne su girmama ka!
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
Ni baƙa ce, duk da haka kyakkyawa. Ya ku’yan matan Urushalima, ni baƙa ce kamar tentunan Kedar, kamar labulen tentin Solomon.
6 Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
Kada ku harare ni domin ni baƙa ce, gama rana ta dafa ni na yi baƙa.’Ya’yan mahaifiyata maza sun yi fushi da ni suka sa ni aiki a gonakin inabi; na ƙyale gonar inabi na kaina.
7 Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
Faɗa mini, kai da nake ƙauna, ina kake kiwon garkenka kuma ina kake kai tumakinka su huta da tsakar rana. Me ya sa zan kasance kamar macen da aka lulluɓe kusa da garkunan abokanka?
8 If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
Ke mafiya kyau a cikin mata, in ba ki sani ba, to, ki dai bi labin da tumaki suke bi ki yi kiwon’yan awakinki kusa da tentunan makiyaya.
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
Ina kwatanta ke ƙaunatacciyata, da goɗiya mai jan keken yaƙin kayan Fir’auna.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
’Yan kunne sun ƙara wa kumatunki kyau, wuyanki yana da jerin kayan wuya masu daraja.
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
Za mu yi’yan kunnenki na zinariya, da adon azurfa.
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
Yayinda sarki yake a teburinsa, turarena ya bazu da ƙanshi.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
Ƙaunataccena yana kamar ƙanshin mur a gare ni, kwance a tsakanin ƙirjina.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
Ƙaunataccena kamar tarin furanni jeji ne gare ni daga gonakin inabin En Gedi.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata! Kai, ke kyakkyawa ce! Idanunki kamar na kurciya ne.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Kai kyakkyawa ne, ƙaunataccena! Kai, kana ɗaukan hankali! Gadonmu koriyar ciyawa ce.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
Al’ul su ne ginshiƙan gidanmu; fir su ne katakan rufin gidanmu.
