Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
प्रेमी प्रेमिकासित बोल्दैः हे राजकुमारकी छोरी, जुत्ता लगाएका तिम्रा खुट्टा कति राम्रा छन्! गुरु कारीगरका हातले बनाएका जस्तै तिम्रा तिघ्राका गोलाइहरू रत्नझैँ छन् ।
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
तिम्रो नाभि वृत्ताकार कचौराजस्तै छ, जसमा मिसिएको दाखमद्यको कहिल्यै कमी नहोस् । तिम्रो पेट लिली फुलहरूले घेरिएको गहुँको थुप्रोजस्तै छ ।
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
तिम्रा दुई स्तन दुईवटा पाठाजस्ता छन्, हरिणका जुम्ल्याहा पाठाजस्ता छन् ।
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
तिम्रो घाँटी हस्ती-हाडको धरहराजस्तो छ । तिम्रा आँखा बाथ-रब्बीमको मूल ढोकाको छेउमा अवस्थित हेश्बोनका तलाउहरूजस्ता छन् । तिम्रो नाक दमस्कसतिर फर्केको लेबनानको धरहराजस्तो छ ।
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
कर्मेल डाँडाजस्तै तिम्रो शिरले तिमीमाथि छ । तिम्रो शिरमा भएको कपाल कालो बैजनी रङको छ । कपालका राशिद्वारा राजा मोहित पारिन्छन् ।
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
हे मेरी प्रिय, तिम्रो आनन्दमा तिमी कति सुन्दरी र मायालु छ्यौ!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
तिम्रो उचाइ खजूरको रुखजस्तै छ, र तिम्रा स्तनहरू फलका झुप्पाझैँ छन् ।
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
मैले भनेँ, “म त्यस खजूरको रुखमा चढ्न चाहन्छु । म त्यसका हाँगाहरू समात्ने छु ।” तिम्रा स्तनहरू दाखका झुप्पाहरूजस्तै होऊन्; तिम्रो नाकको सुगन्ध स्याउको बोटझैँ होस् ।
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
तिम्रो मुखको तालु मेरा प्रेमीकहाँ बिस्तारै बगेर जाने, सुत्नेहरूका ओठमा बग्ने सर्वोत्तम दाखमद्यजस्तै होस् । प्रेमिका प्रेमीसित बोल्दैः
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
म मेरा प्रेमीकी हुँ, र उहाँले मेरो मेरो तृष्णा गर्नुहुन्छ ।
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
हे मेरा प्रेमी, आउनुहोस् । हामी खेतबारीमा डुल्न जाऔँ; गाउँहरूतिरै रात बिताऔँ ।
12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
हामी बिहान सबेरै उठेर दाखबारीहरूमा जाऔँ । दाखहरूमा कोपिला लागेर फक्रेका छन् कि छैनन्, र दारिमहरूमा फुल लागेका छन् कि छैनन् भनेर हेर्न जाऔँ । त्यहाँ म तपाईंलाई मेरो प्रेम दिने छु ।
13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
दूधे-फुलहरूले आफ्नो बास्ना फैलाउँछन् । हामी उभिरहेको ढोकामा हर किसिमका उत्तम, नयाँ र पुराना फलहरू छन्, जुन मैले मेरा प्रेमीका लागि साँचिराखेकी छु ।
