Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Jinsi gani miguu yako ilivyo yaonekana mizuri kwenye viatu, binti wa mfalme! Mapaja yako ni kama mikufu, kama kazi ya mjenzi.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Kitovu chako ni kama duara la bakuli; kamwe kisikose mchanganyiko wa mvinyo. Tumbo lako ni kama ngano iliyo umuka na kuzungushiwa nyinyoro.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Maziwa yako mawili ni kama watoto wawili wa ayala, mapacha wa ayala.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath–rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward 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 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Kichwa chako ni kama Karmeli; nywele kichwani mwako ni za zambarau nyeusi. Mfalme amestaajabishwa na vifundo vyake vya nywele.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Jinsi gani ulivyo mzuri na wakupendeza, mpenzi, na mazuri yako.
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Urefu wako ni wa kama mti wa mtende, na maziwa yako kama vifungu vya matunda.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like 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 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Mdomo wako na uwe kama mvinyo bora, ukishuka taratibu kwa mpenzi wangu, ukiteleza kwenye midomo yetu na meno. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza mwenyewe
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
Mimi ni wa mpenzi wangu, na ananitamani.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Njoo, mpenzi wangu, twende nje ya mji; tu lala usiku kwenye vijiji.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
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 a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Mitunguja ya toa harufu yake; katika mlango wa tunapoishi kuna kila aina ya matunda, mpya na ya kale, niliyo kuhifadhia, mpenzi wangu.
