Song of Songs 7
1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
Ƙafafunki a cikin takalma kyakkyawa ne, Ya diyar sarki! Tsarin ƙafafunki sun yi kamar kayan ado masu daraja, aikin hannun gwanin sassaƙa.
2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Cibinki kamar kwaf ne da bai taɓa rasa gaurayayyen ruwan inabi ba. Kwankwasonki ya yi kamar damin alkama wanda furen bi-rana ya kewaye.
3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Nonanki sun yi kamar bareyi biyu, tagwayen barewa.
4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking towards Damascus.
Wuyanki ya yi kamar hasumiyar hauren giwa. Idanunki sun yi kamar tafkin Heshbon kusa da ƙofar Bat Rabbim. Hancinki ya yi kamar hasumiyar Lebanon wadda take duban Damaskus.
5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Kanki ya yi miki rawani kamar Dutsen Karmel. Gashinki ya yi kamar shunayya; yakan ɗauke hankalin sarki.
6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
Kai! Ke kyakkyawa ce kuma kina sa ni jin daɗi, Ya ƙaunatacciya, da farin cikin da kike kawo!
7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
Tsayinki ya yi kamar itacen dabino, kuma nonanki sun yi kamar’ya’yan itace.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
Na ce, “Zan hau itacen dabino; zan kama’ya’yansa.” Bari nonanki su zama kamar nonna kuringa, ƙanshin numfashinki ya yi kamar gawasa,
9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
kuma bakinki ya yi kamar ruwan inabi mafi kyau. Ƙaunatacciya Bari ruwan inabi yă wuce kai tsaye zuwa ga ƙaunataccena, yana gudu a hankali a leɓuna da kuma haƙora.
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is towards me.
Ni ta ƙaunataccena ce, kuma sha’awarsa domina ne.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Ka zo, ƙaunataccena, bari mu je bayan gari, bari mu kwana a ƙauye.
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
Bari mu tafi gonar inabi da sassafe don mu ga ko kuringar ta yi’ya’ya, ko furanninsu sun buɗe, ko rumman sun yi fure, a can zan nuna maka ƙaunata.
13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
Manta-uwa sun ba da ƙanshinsu, a bakin ƙofa kuwa akwai kowane abinci mai daɗi, sabo da tsoho, da na ajiye dominka, ƙaunataccena.
