Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
Ina ƙaunataccenki ya tafi, yake mafiya kyau cikin mata? Wace hanya ce ƙaunataccenki ya bi, don mu taimake ki nemansa.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Ƙaunataccena ya gangara zuwa lambunsa, zuwa inda fangulan kayan yaji suke, don yă yi kiwo a cikin lambun don kuma yă tattara furen bi-rana.
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Ni na ƙaunataccena ce, ƙaunataccena kuma nawa ne; yana kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata, kamar Tirza, kyakkyawa kuma kamar Urushalima, mai daraja kamar mayaƙa da tutoti.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
Ki kau da idanu daga gare ni; gama suna rinjayata. Gashinki yana kama da garken awakin da suke gangarawa daga Gileyad.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Haƙoranki suna kama da garken tumakin da suke haurawa daga inda aka yi musu wanka. Kowanne yana tare da ɗan’uwansa; babu waninsu da yake shi kaɗai.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Sarauniyoyi sittin za su iya kasance a can, da ƙwarƙwarai tamanin da kuma budurwai da suka wuce ƙirge;
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
amma kurciyata, cikakkiyata, dabam take, tilo kuwa ga mahaifiyarta,’yar lele ga wadda ta haife ta.’Yan mata sun gan ta suka ce da ita mai albarka; sarauniyoyi da ƙwarƙwarai sun yabe ta.
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
Wace ce wannan da ta bayyana sai ka ce ketowar alfijir? Kyakkyawa kamar wata, mai haske kamar rana, mai daraja kamar taurari a jere?
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
Na gangara zuwa cikin itatuwan almon don in ga ƙananan itatuwan da suke girma a kwari, don in ga ko inabi sun yi’ya’ya ko rumman suna fid da furanni.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
Kafin in san wani abu, sha’awarta ta sa ni a cikin keken yaƙin sarkin mutanena.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Ki dawo, ki dawo, ya Bashulammiya; ki dawo, ki dawo, don mu dube ki! Ƙaunatacce Don me kuke duban Bashulammiya sai ka ce rawar Mahanayim?
