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.
Ee binti wa mwana wa mfalme, tazama jinsi inavyopendeza miguu yako katika viatu! Miguu yako yenye madaha ni kama vito vya thamani, kazi ya mikono ya fundi stadi.
2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
Kitovu chako ni kama bilauri ya mviringo ambayo kamwe haikosi divai iliyochanganywa. Kiuno chako ni kichuguu cha ngano kilichozungukwa kwa yungiyungi.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
Matiti yako ni kama wana-paa wawili, mapacha wa paa.
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;
Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa pembe ya ndovu. Macho yako ni vidimbwi vya Heshboni karibu na lango la Beth-Rabi. Pua lako ni kama mnara wa Lebanoni ukitazama kuelekea Dameski.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
Kichwa chako kinakuvika taji kama mlima Karmeli. Nywele zako ni kama zulia la urujuani; mfalme ametekwa na mashungi yake.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
Tazama jinsi ulivyo mzuri na unavyopendeza, ee pendo, kwa uzuri wako!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
Umbo lako ni kama la mtende, nayo matiti yako kama vishada vya matunda.
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,
Nilisema, “Nitakwea mtende, nami nitayashika matunda yake.” Matiti yako na yawe kama vishada vya mzabibu, harufu nzuri ya pumzi yako kama matofaa,
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.
na kinywa chako kama divai bora kuliko zote. Mpendwa Divai na iende moja kwa moja hadi kwa mpenzi wangu, ikitiririka polepole juu ya midomo na meno.
10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
Mimi ni mali ya mpenzi wangu, nayo shauku yake ni juu yangu.
11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
Njoo, mpenzi wangu, twende mashambani, twende tukalale huko vijijini.
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.
Hebu na twende mapema katika mashamba ya mizabibu tuone kama mizabibu imechipua, kama maua yake yamefunguka, na kama mikomamanga imetoa maua: huko nitakupa penzi langu.
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.
Mitunguja hutoa harufu zake nzuri, kwenye milango yetu kuna matunda mazuri, mapya na ya zamani, ambayo nimekuhifadhia wewe, mpenzi wangu.
