Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.
Ee binti wa mwana wa mfalme, tazama jinsi inavyopendeza miguu yako katika viatu! Miguu yako yenye madaha ni kama vito vya thamani, kazi ya mikono ya fundi stadi.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Kitovu chako ni kama bilauri ya mviringo ambayo kamwe haikosi divai iliyochanganywa. Kiuno chako ni kichuguu cha ngano kilichozungukwa kwa yungiyungi.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.
Matiti yako ni kama wana-paa wawili, mapacha wa paa.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa pembe ya ndovu. Macho yako ni vidimbwi vya Heshboni karibu na lango la Beth-Rabi. Pua lako ni kama mnara wa Lebanoni ukitazama kuelekea Dameski.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
Kichwa chako kinakuvika taji kama mlima Karmeli. Nywele zako ni kama zulia la urujuani; mfalme ametekwa na mashungi yake.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Tazama jinsi ulivyo mzuri na unavyopendeza, ee pendo, kwa uzuri wako!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Umbo lako ni kama la mtende, nayo matiti yako kama vishada vya matunda.
8 I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;
Nilisema, “Nitakwea mtende, nami nitayashika matunda yake.” Matiti yako na yawe kama vishada vya mzabibu, harufu nzuri ya pumzi yako kama matofaa,
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'
na kinywa chako kama divai bora kuliko zote. Mpendwa Divai na iende moja kwa moja hadi kwa mpenzi wangu, ikitiririka polepole juu ya midomo na meno.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
Mimi ni mali ya mpenzi wangu, nayo shauku yake ni juu yangu.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Njoo, mpenzi wangu, twende mashambani, twende tukalale huko vijijini.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.
Hebu na twende mapema katika mashamba ya mizabibu tuone kama mizabibu imechipua, kama maua yake yamefunguka, na kama mikomamanga imetoa maua: huko nitakupa penzi langu.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Mitunguja hutoa harufu zake nzuri, kwenye milango yetu kuna matunda mazuri, mapya na ya zamani, ambayo nimekuhifadhia wewe, mpenzi wangu.
