Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
Jinsi gani miguu yako ilivyo yaonekana mizuri kwenye viatu, binti wa mfalme! Mapaja yako ni kama mikufu, kama kazi ya mjenzi.
2 Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
Kitovu chako ni kama duara la bakuli; kamwe kisikose mchanganyiko wa mvinyo. Tumbo lako ni kama ngano iliyo umuka na kuzungushiwa nyinyoro.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Maziwa yako mawili ni kama watoto wawili wa ayala, mapacha wa ayala.
4 Your neck is as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces Damascus.
Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa pembe; macho yako ni kama maziwa ya Heshiboni kwenye lango la Bathi Rabimu. Pua yako ni kama mnara wa Lebanoni ambao watazama Damasko.
5 Your head is as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!
Kichwa chako ni kama Karmeli; nywele kichwani mwako ni za zambarau nyeusi. Mfalme amestaajabishwa na vifundo vyake vya nywele.
6 How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
Jinsi gani ulivyo mzuri na wakupendeza, mpenzi, na mazuri yako.
7 You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
Urefu wako ni wa kama mti wa mtende, na maziwa yako kama vifungu vya matunda.
8 I tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!
Niliwaza, “Ninataka kuupanda huo mti wa mtende; nitashika matawi yake.” Maziwa yako nayawe kama vifungu vya mizabibu, na harufu ya pua yako yawe kama mapera.
9 May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
Mdomo wako na uwe kama mvinyo bora, ukishuka taratibu kwa mpenzi wangu, ukiteleza kwenye midomo yetu na meno. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza mwenyewe
10 My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
Mimi ni wa mpenzi wangu, na ananitamani.
11 Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
Njoo, mpenzi wangu, twende nje ya mji; tu lala usiku kwenye vijiji.
12 Let's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.
Tuamke mapema twende kwenye mashamba ya mizabibu; tuone kama mizabibu imemea, kama imechipua, na kama mikomamanga imetoa mau. Pale nitakupa penzi langu.
13 The mandrakes give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.
Mitunguja ya toa harufu yake; katika mlango wa tunapoishi kuna kila aina ya matunda, mpya na ya kale, niliyo kuhifadhia, mpenzi wangu.
