Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
Tazama jinsi ulivyo mzuri, mpenzi wangu! Ee, jinsi ulivyo mzuri! Macho yako nyuma ya shela yako ni kama ya hua. Nywele zako ni kama kundi la mbuzi zikishuka kutoka Mlima Gileadi.
2 Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Meno yako ni kama kundi la kondoo waliokatwa manyoya sasa hivi, watokao kuogeshwa. Kila mmoja ana pacha lake, hakuna hata mmoja aliye peke yake.
3 Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Midomo yako ni kama uzi mwekundu, kinywa chako kinapendeza. Mashavu yako nyuma ya shela yako ni kama vipande viwili vya komamanga.
4 Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa Daudi, uliojengwa kwa madaha, juu yake zimetundikwa ngao elfu, zote ni ngao za mashujaa.
5 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
Matiti yako mawili ni kama wana-paa wawili, kama wana-paa mapacha wajilishao katikati ya yungiyungi.
6 Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
Hata kupambazuke na vivuli vikimbie, nitakwenda kwenye mlima wa manemane na kwenye kilima cha uvumba.
7 Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
Wewe ni mzuri kote, mpenzi wangu, hakuna hitilafu ndani yako.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
Enda nami kutoka Lebanoni, bibi arusi wangu, enda nami kutoka Lebanoni. Shuka kutoka ncha ya Amana, kutoka juu ya Seniri, kilele cha Hermoni, kutoka mapango ya simba na kutoka mlima wapendapo kukaa chui.
9 My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
Umeiba moyo wangu, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; umeiba moyo wangu kwa mtazamo mmoja wa macho yako, kwa kito kimoja cha mkufu wako.
10 My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
Tazama jinsi pendo lako linavyofurahisha, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu! Pendo lako linafurahisha aje zaidi ya divai, na harufu ya manukato yako zaidi ya kikolezo chochote!
11 Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
Midomo yako inadondosha utamu kama sega la asali, bibi arusi wangu; maziwa na asali viko chini ya ulimi wako. Harufu nzuri ya mavazi yako ni kama ile ya Lebanoni.
12 My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
Wewe ni bustani iliyofungwa, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; wewe ni chanzo cha maji kilichozungushiwa kabisa, chemchemi yangu peke yangu.
13 Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
Mimea yako ni bustani ya mikomamanga yenye matunda mazuri sana, yenye hina na nardo,
14 Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.
nardo na zafarani, mchai na mdalasini, pamoja na kila aina ya mti wa uvumba, manemane na udi, na aina zote za vikolezo bora kuliko vyote.
15 O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
Wewe ni chemchemi ya bustani, kisima cha maji yatiririkayo, yakitiririka kutoka Lebanoni.
16 Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
Amka, upepo wa kaskazini, na uje, upepo wa kusini! Vuma juu ya bustani yangu, ili harufu yake nzuri iweze kuenea mpaka ngʼambo. Mpendwa wangu na aje bustanini mwake na kuonja matunda mazuri sana.
