Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by 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 a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced 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 young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
Matiti yako ni kama wana-paa wawili, mapacha wa paa.
4 Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards 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, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
Kichwa chako kinakuvika taji kama mlima Karmeli. Nywele zako ni kama zulia la urujuani; mfalme ametekwa na mashungi yake.
6 [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear 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, are like clusters:
Umbo lako ni kama la mtende, nayo matiti yako kama vishada vya matunda.
8 I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, 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, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
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, unto me, is his longing.
Mimi ni mali ya mpenzi wangu, nayo shauku yake ni juu yangu.
11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night 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 burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
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 love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
Mitunguja hutoa harufu zake nzuri, kwenye milango yetu kuna matunda mazuri, mapya na ya zamani, ambayo nimekuhifadhia wewe, mpenzi wangu.
