Psalms 137

1 When we sat down by the rivers of Babylon we wept as we remembered Zion.

A bakin kogunan Babilon muka zauna muka yi kuka sa’ad da muka tuna da Sihiyona.

2 We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

A can a kan rassan itatuwa muka rataye garayunmu,

3 For those who had taken us captive asked us for a song—our tormentors wanted us to sing a happy song from Jerusalem.

gama a can masu kamunmu suka sa mu yi waƙoƙi, masu ba mu azaba suka nema waƙoƙin farin ciki; suka ce, “Ku rera mana ɗaya daga cikin waƙoƙin Sihiyona!”

4 But how could we sing a song dedicated to the Lord in a pagan land?

Yaya za mu rera waƙoƙin Ubangiji a baƙuwar ƙasa?

5 If I forget Jerusalem, may my right hand forget how to play;

In na manta da ke, ya Urushalima, bari hannuna na dama manta da iyawarsa.

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you—if I don't consider Jerusalem my greatest joy.

Bari harshena yă manne wa rufin bakina in ban tuna da ke ba, in ban so Urushalima farin cikin mafi girma ba.

7 Lord, please remember what the people of Edom did on the day Jerusalem fell, the ones who said “Tear it down! Destroy it down to its foundations!”

Ka tuna, ya Ubangiji, abin da mutanen Edom suka yi a ranar da Urushalima ta fāɗi. Suka yi ihu suka ce, “A ragargaza ta, A ragargaza ta har tushenta!”

8 Daughter of Babylon, you will be destroyed! Happy is the one who pays you back, who does to you what you did to us!

Ya Diyar Babilon, an ƙaddara ke zuwa hallaka, mai farin ciki ne wanda ya sāka miki saboda abin da kika yi mana,

9 Happy is the one who grabs your children and smashes them against the rocks!

shi da ya ƙwace jariranki ya fyaɗa su a kan duwatsu.