Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
Ƙafafunki a cikin takalma kyakkyawa ne, Ya diyar sarki! Tsarin ƙafafunki sun yi kamar kayan ado masu daraja, aikin hannun gwanin sassaƙa.
2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly 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 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
Nonanki sun yi kamar bareyi biyu, tagwayen barewa.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward 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 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
Kanki ya yi miki rawani kamar Dutsen Karmel. Gashinki ya yi kamar shunayya; yakan ɗauke hankalin sarki.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
Kai! Ke kyakkyawa ce kuma kina sa ni jin daɗi, Ya ƙaunatacciya, da farin cikin da kike kawo!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
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 the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like 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 the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
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 beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
Ni ta ƙaunataccena ce, kuma sha’awarsa domina ne.
11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
Ka zo, ƙaunataccena, bari mu je bayan gari, bari mu kwana a ƙauye.
12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
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 yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.
Manta-uwa sun ba da ƙanshinsu, a bakin ƙofa kuwa akwai kowane abinci mai daɗi, sabo da tsoho, da na ajiye dominka, ƙaunataccena.
