Song of Songs 4
1 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves, beside your veil: your hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
Ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata! Kai, ke kyakkyawa ce! Idanunki sun yi kamar na kurciya a cikin lulluɓinki. Gashinki ya yi kamar garken awaki da suke gangarawa daga Dutsen Gileyad.
2 Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one amongst them.
Haƙoranki sun yi kamar garken tumakin da ba a daɗe da yin musu sausaya ba, da suke haurawa daga inda aka yi musu wanka. Kowanne yana tare da ɗan’uwansa; babu waninsu da yake shi kaɗai.
3 Your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.
Leɓunanki kamar zaren jan garura bakinki yana da kyau. Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
4 Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
Wuyanki ya yi kamar hasumiyar Dawuda, da aka gina da daraja; a kansa an rataye garkuwoyi dubu, dukansu garkuwoyin jarumawa ne.
5 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed amongst the lilies.
Nonanki biyu sun yi kamar bareyi biyu, kamar tagwayen barewa da suke kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Sai gari ya waye inuwa kuma ta watse, zan je dutsen mur da kuma tudun turare.
7 You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.
Duk, ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata; babu wani lahani a cikinki.
8 Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: you shall come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Ki tare da ni daga Lebanon, amaryata, zo tare da ni daga Lebanon. Ki gangara daga ƙwanƙolin Amana, daga ƙwanƙolin Senir, ƙwanƙolin Hermon, daga ramin zaki da kuma dutsen da damisoshi suke zama.
9 My sister, [my] spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Kin saci zuciyata,’yar’uwata, amaryata; kin saci zuciyata da hararar idanunki, da dutse mai daraja guda na abin wuyanki.
10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, and the smell of your garments than all spices!
Ƙaunarki abar farin ciki ne,’yar’uwata, amaryata! Ƙaunarki ta fi ruwan inabi gamsuwa, ƙanshin turarenki kuma ya fi duk wani kayan yaji!
11 Your lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is as the smell of Libanus.
Leɓunanki suna zub da zaƙi kamar kakin zuma, amaryata; madara da zuma suna a ƙarƙashin harshenki. Ƙanshin rigunanki ya yi kamar na Lebanon.
12 My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Ke lambu ne da aka kulle,’yar’uwata, amaryata; ke maɓulɓula ce da aka kewaye, maɓulɓular da aka rufe.
13 Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
Shuke-shukenki gonar rumman ne da’ya’yan itace masu kyau na lalle da nardi,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
nardi, da asfaran, kalamus, da kirfa, da kowane irin itacen turare, da mur da aloyes da kuma dukan kayan yaji masu kyau.
15 a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
Ke lambun maɓulɓula ne, rijiya mai ruwan da yake gudu yana gangarawa daga Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
Farka, iskar arewa, ki kuma zo, iskar kudu! Hura a kan lambuna, don ƙanshinsa yă bazu har waje. Bari ƙaunataccena yă zo cikin lambunsa yă ɗanɗana’ya’yan itacensa mafi kyau.
