Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Waƙar Waƙoƙin Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
Bari yă sumbace ni da sumbar bakinsa, gama ƙaunarka ta fi ruwan inabi zaƙi.
3 And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
Ƙanshin turarenka mai daɗi ne; sunanka kuwa kamar turaren da aka tsiyaye ne. Shi ya sa mata suke ƙaunarka!
4 They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves 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 black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Ni baƙa ce, duk da haka kyakkyawa. Ya ku’yan matan Urushalima, ni baƙa ce kamar tentunan Kedar, kamar labulen tentin Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
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 Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks 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 know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
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 have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
Ina kwatanta ke ƙaunatacciyata, da goɗiya mai jan keken yaƙin kayan Fir’auna.
10 How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
’Yan kunne sun ƙara wa kumatunki kyau, wuyanki yana da jerin kayan wuya masu daraja.
11 We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
Za mu yi’yan kunnenki na zinariya, da adon azurfa.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
Yayinda sarki yake a teburinsa, turarena ya bazu da ƙanshi.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Ƙaunataccena yana kamar ƙanshin mur a gare ni, kwance a tsakanin ƙirjina.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Ƙaunataccena kamar tarin furanni jeji ne gare ni daga gonakin inabin En Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata! Kai, ke kyakkyawa ce! Idanunki kamar na kurciya ne.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Kai kyakkyawa ne, ƙaunataccena! Kai, kana ɗaukan hankali! Gadonmu koriyar ciyawa ce.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Al’ul su ne ginshiƙan gidanmu; fir su ne katakan rufin gidanmu.
