Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride; I have plucked my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my sugar-cane with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, ye companions; drink, yea, drink abundantly, ye friends.—
Nimekuja kwenye bustani yangu, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; nimekusanya manemane yangu pamoja na kikolezo changu. Nimekula sega langu la asali na asali yangu; nimekunywa divai yangu na maziwa yangu. Marafiki Kuleni, enyi marafiki, mnywe; kunyweni ya kutosha, ee wapenzi.
2 I slept, but my heart was awake: [there was] the voice of my beloved that knocked, “Open for me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my guiltless one; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.”
Nililala lakini moyo wangu ulikuwa macho. Sikiliza! Mpenzi wangu anabisha: “Nifungulie, dada yangu, mpenzi wangu, hua wangu, asiye na hitilafu. Kichwa changu kimeloa umande, na nywele zangu manyunyu ya usiku.”
3 I have put off my coat: how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet: how shall I defile them?
Nimevua joho langu: je, ni lazima nivae tena? Nimenawa miguu yangu: je, ni lazima niichafue tena?
4 My friend stretched forth his hand through the opening, and my inmost parts were moved for him.
Mpenzi wangu aliweka mkono wake kwenye tundu la komeo; moyo wangu ulianza kugonga kwa ajili yake.
5 I rose up myself to open for my friend; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with fluid myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
Niliinuka kumfungulia mpenzi wangu, mikono yangu ikidondosha manemane, vidole vyangu vikitiririka manemane, penye vipini vya komeo.
6 I indeed opened for my beloved; but my beloved had vanished, and was gone: my soul had failed me while he was speaking; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he answered me not.
Nilimfungulia mpenzi wangu, lakini mpenzi wangu alishaondoka; alikuwa amekwenda zake. Moyo wangu ulishuka kwa kuondoka kwake. Nilimtafuta lakini sikumpata. Nilimwita lakini hakunijibu.
7 Then found me the watchmen that walked about the city; they smote me, they wounded me: they took away my vail from me, they that watched the walls.
Walinzi walinikuta walipokuwa wakifanya zamu za ulinzi mjini. Walinipiga, wakanijeruhi, wakaninyangʼanya joho langu, hao walinzi wa kuta!
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am sick of love.—
Enyi binti za Yerusalemu, ninawaagiza: kama mkimpata mpenzi wangu, mtamwambia nini? Mwambieni ninazimia kwa mapenzi.
9 What is thy friend more than another's friend, O thou fairest of women? what is thy friend more than another's friend, that thus thou adjurest us?—
Je, mpendwa wako ni bora kuliko wengine namna gani, wewe uliye mzuri kupita wanawake wote? Je, mpendwa wako ni mzuri kuliko wengine, namna gani, hata unatuagiza hivyo?
10 My friend is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
Mpenzi wangu anangʼaa, tena ni mwekundu, wa kuvutia miongoni mwa wanaume kumi elfu.
11 His head is bright as the finest gold, his locks are like waving foliage, and black as a raven.
Kichwa chake ni dhahabu safi kuliko zote, nywele zake ni za mawimbi na ni nyeusi kama kunguru.
12 His eyes are like [those of] doves by streamlets of waters, bathed in milk, well fitted in their setting.
Macho yake ni kama ya hua kandokando ya vijito vya maji, aliyeogeshwa kwenye maziwa, yaliyopangwa kama vito vya thamani.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as turrets of sweet perfumes: his lips, like lilies, dropping with fluid myrrh.
Mashavu yake ni kama matuta ya vikolezo yakitoa manukato. Midomo yake ni kama yungiyungi inayodondosha manemane.
14 His hands are like wheels of gold beset with the chrysolite: his body, an image made of ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Mikono yake ni fimbo za dhahabu iliyopambwa kwa krisolitho. Mwili wake ni kama pembe ya ndovu iliyongʼarishwa iliyopambwa na yakuti samawi.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble, resting upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent like the cedars.
Miguu yake ni nguzo za marmar zilizosimikwa katika vitako vya dhahabu safi. Sura yake ni kama Lebanoni, bora kama miti yake ya mierezi.
16 His palate is full of sweets, and every thing in him is agreeable. This is my friend, and this is my beloved, O daughters of Jerusalem.—
Kinywa chake chenyewe ni utamu, kwa ujumla yeye ni wa kupendeza. Huyu ndiye mpenzi wangu, huyu ndiye rafiki yangu, ee binti za Yerusalemu.
