Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
Ni furen bi-rana ne na Sharon, furen bi-rana na kwari.
2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
Kamar furen bi-rana a cikin ƙayayyuwa haka ƙaunatacciyata take a cikin’yan mata.
3 Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
Kamar itacen gawasa a cikin itatuwan jeji haka ƙaunataccena yake a cikin samari. Ina farin ciki in zauna a inuwarsa,’ya’yan itacensa suna da daɗin ɗanɗanon da nake so
4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
Ya kai ni babban zauren da ake liyafa, ƙauna ita ce tutarsa a gare ni.
5 Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
Ka ƙarfafa ni da zabibi ka wartsake ni da gawasa, gama ina suma don ƙauna.
6 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
Hannunsa na hagu yana a ƙarƙashin kaina, hannunsa na dama kuma ya rungume ni.
7 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
’Yan matan Urushalima, ku yi mini alkawari da bareyi da ƙishimai na jeji. Ba za ku tā da ko ku farka ƙauna ba sai haka ya zama lalle.
8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
Saurara! Ƙaunataccena! Duba! Ga shi ya iso, yana tsalle a duwatsu, yana rawa a bisa tuddai.
9 My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
Ƙaunataccena yana kama da barewa ko sagarin ƙishimi Duba! Ga shi can tsaye a bayan katangarmu, yana leƙe ta tagogi, yana kallo ta cikin asabari.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
Ƙaunataccena ya yi magana ya ce mini, “Tashi, ƙaunatacciyata, kyakkyawata, ki zo tare da ni.
11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
Duba! Damina ta wuce; ruwan sama ya ɗauke ya kuma ƙare.
12 The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
Furanni sun hudo a duniya; lokaci yin waƙa ya zo, ana jin kukan kurciyoyi ko’ina a ƙasarmu.
13 The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
Itacen ɓaure ya fid da’ya’yansa da sauri; tohon inabi suna ba da ƙanshinsu. Tashi, zo, ƙaunatacciyata; kyakkyawata, zo tare da ni.”
14 My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
Kurciyata a kogon dutse, a wuraren ɓuya a gefen dutse, nuna mini fuskarki, bari in ji muryarki; gama muryarki da daɗi take, fuskarki kuma kyakkyawa ce.
15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Kama mana ɓeraye, ƙananan ɓerayen da suke lalatar da gonakin inabi, gonakin inabinmu da suke cikin yin fure.
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
Ƙaunataccena nawa ne ni kuma tasa ce; yana kiwon garkensa a cikin furannin bi-rana.
17 Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
Sai gari ya waye inuwa kuma ta watse, ka juye, ƙaunataccena, ka zama kamar barewa ko kamar sagarin ƙishimi a kan tuddai masu ciyawa.
