Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes [look forth] from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil'ad.
O, wewe ni mzuri, mpenzi wangu; wewe ni mzuri. Macho yako ni ya hua nyuma kitamba chako cha uso. Nywele zako ni kama kundi la mbuzi likienda chini kutoka Mlima Gileadi.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of well-selected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
Meno yako ni kama kondoo walio nyolewa, wakitoka sehemu ya kuoshwa. Kila mmoja ana pacha, na hamna ata mmoja miongoni mwao aliyefiwa.
3 Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
Mdomo wako ni kama uzi mwekendu; mdo wako wapendeza. Mashavu yako ni kama majani ya komamanga nyuma ya kitambaa chako cha uso.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.
Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa Daudi ukiwa umejengwa kwa mistari ya mawe, na ngao elfu moja ikining'nia juu yake, ngao zote za wanajeshi.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed among the lilies.
Maziwa yako mawili ni kama swala wawili, mapacha wa ayala, wakila miongoni mwa nyinyoro.
6 Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Hadi jioni ifike na vivuli viondoke, nitaenda kwenye mlima wa manemane na vilima vya ubani.
7 Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on thee.—
Wewe ni mzuri kwa kila namna, mpenzi wangu na hakuna lawama ndani yako.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions' dens, from the leopards' mountains.
Njoo nami kutoka Lebanoni, bibi arusi wangu. Njoo nami kutoka Lebanoni; njoo kutoka juu ya Amana, kutoka juu ya Seneri na Herimoni, kutoka shimoni mwa simba, kutoka mashimo ya milima ya chuwi.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, [my] bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Umeuiba moyo wangu, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; umeuiba moyo wangu, kwa mtazamo mmoja tu wako kwangu, kwa mkufu mmoja wa shingo yako.
10 How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, [my] bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than all spices.
Jinisi gani upendo wako ulivyo mzuri, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu! Jinsi gani zaidi upendo wako ulivyo bora kuliko mvinyo, na arufu ya marashi yako kuliko manukato yeyote.
11 Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
Midomo yako, bibi arusi wangu, yatiririka asali; asali na maziwa vichini ya ulimi wako; arufu ya mavazi yako ni kama marashi ya Lebanoni.
12 A locked-up garden is my sister, [my] bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.
Dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu ni bustani ilio fungwa, bustani ilio fungwa, chemchemi iliyo fungwa kwa muhuri.
13 Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
Matawi yako ni kichaka cha miti ya komamanga yenye matunda tofauti, na ya mimea ya hina na nardo,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
Nardo na Zafarani, mchai na mdalasini pamoja na aina zote za uvumba, manemane na udi na aina tofauti za manukato.
15 A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from Lebanon.—
Wewe ni bustani ya chemchemi, kisima cha maji safi, mifereji inayo shuka kutoka Lebanoni. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza peke yake
16 Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.—
Amka, upepo wa kaskazini; njoo, upepo wa kusini; vuma katika bustani yangu ili manukato yake yatoe marashi. Mpenzi wangu na aje katika bustani yake na kula matunda ya chaguo lake.
