Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
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 Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
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 Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
Leɓunanki kamar zaren jan garura bakinki yana da kyau. Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
4 Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
Wuyanki ya yi kamar hasumiyar Dawuda, da aka gina da daraja; a kansa an rataye garkuwoyi dubu, dukansu garkuwoyin jarumawa ne.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
Nonanki biyu sun yi kamar bareyi biyu, kamar tagwayen barewa da suke kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
6 Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
Sai gari ya waye inuwa kuma ta watse, zan je dutsen mur da kuma tudun turare.
7 You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
Duk, ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata; babu wani lahani a cikinki.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
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 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
Kin saci zuciyata,’yar’uwata, amaryata; kin saci zuciyata da hararar idanunki, da dutse mai daraja guda na abin wuyanki.
10 How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
Ƙaunarki abar farin ciki ne,’yar’uwata, amaryata! Ƙaunarki ta fi ruwan inabi gamsuwa, ƙanshin turarenki kuma ya fi duk wani kayan yaji!
11 Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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 bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
Ke lambu ne da aka kulle,’yar’uwata, amaryata; ke maɓulɓula ce da aka kewaye, maɓulɓular da aka rufe.
13 Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
Shuke-shukenki gonar rumman ne da’ya’yan itace masu kyau na lalle da nardi,
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
nardi, da asfaran, kalamus, da kirfa, da kowane irin itacen turare, da mur da aloyes da kuma dukan kayan yaji masu kyau.
15 You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.
Ke lambun maɓulɓula ne, rijiya mai ruwan da yake gudu yana gangarawa daga Lebanon.
16 Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
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.
