Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount 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 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among 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 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
Leɓunanki kamar zaren jan garura bakinki yana da kyau. Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
Wuyanki ya yi kamar hasumiyar Dawuda, da aka gina da daraja; a kansa an rataye garkuwoyi dubu, dukansu garkuwoyin jarumawa ne.
5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Nonanki biyu sun yi kamar bareyi biyu, kamar tagwayen barewa da suke kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go 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 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
Duk, ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata; babu wani lahani a cikinki.
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, 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 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy 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 thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical 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 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
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 up.
Ke lambu ne da aka kulle,’yar’uwata, amaryata; ke maɓulɓula ce da aka kewaye, maɓulɓular da aka rufe.
13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
Shuke-shukenki gonar rumman ne da’ya’yan itace masu kyau na lalle da nardi,
14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
nardi, da asfaran, kalamus, da kirfa, da kowane irin itacen turare, da mur da aloyes da kuma dukan kayan yaji masu kyau.
15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
Ke lambun maɓulɓula ne, rijiya mai ruwan da yake gudu yana gangarawa daga Lebanon.
16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
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.
