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 katika bustani yangu, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; Nimekusanya udi wangu na manukato yangu. Nimekula mziga wangu wa asali na asali yangu; Nimekunywa mvinyo wangu pamoja na maziwa yangu. Marafiki wanazungumza na wapenzi Kuleni, marafiki; kunyweni na mlewe na mapenzi. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza mwenyewe
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.”
Nilikuwa nimelala, lakini moyo wangu ulikuwa umeamka katika ndoto. Sauti ya mpenzi wangu yabisha na kusema, “Nifungulie, dada yangu, mpenzi wangu, hua wangu, wangu usiye na doa, kwa kuwa kichwa changu kimelowa na matone, nywele zangu na unyevu wa 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; lazima nilivae tena? Nimeosha miguu yangu; lazima ni ichafue?”
4 My friend stretched forth his hand through the opening, and my inmost parts were moved for him.
Mpenzi wangu anaeka mkono wake kwenye kitasa, na moyo wangu ukawaka 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.
Nimeamka kumfungulia mlango mpenzi wangu; mikono yangu ikawa yamiminika na udi, vidole vyangu na unyevu wa udi, katika komeo la mlango.
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.
Nimemfungulia mlango mpenzi wangu, lakini mpenzi wangu aligeuka na kwenda. Moyo wangu ukadidimia; nikakosa tumaini. Nikamtafuta, lakini sikumpata; nikamuita, 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 waliokuwa wakizunguka mjini walinipata mimi; walinipiga chini na kunijeruhi; askari katika ukuta walichukua nguo yangu ya juu. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza na wanawake wa mji
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am sick of love.—
Ninataka uhaidi, mabinti wa Yerusalemu, kwamba mkimuona mpenzi wangu, mwambie ninaumwa sababu ya upendo wangu kwake. Wanawake wa mji wakizungumza na mwanamke mdogo
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?—
Mpenzi wako ana ubora gani kuliko mwanaume mwengine, wewe uliye mzuri miongoni mwa wanawake? Kwanini mpenzi wako bora kuliko mpenzi mwengine, hadi utuulize tuweke nadhiri kama hii? Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza na wanawake wa mji
10 My friend is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
Mpenzi wangu amenawiri na ana ng'aa, kati ya wanaume elfu kumi.
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; nywele zake ni laini na 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 pembezoni ya vijito vya maji, yameoshwa na maziwa, yameundwa kama mikufu.
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 vitanda vya manukato, vinavyotoa arufu ya marashi. Midomo yake nni nyinyoro, inayo tiririka udi.
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 ya mianzi ya dhahabu iliyo zungushiwa mikufu; tumbo lake ni pembe lililo funikwa 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 marimari, iliyo ekwa juu ya dhahabu safi; muonekano wake ni kama Lebanoni, mizuri kama 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.—
Mdomo wake ni mtamu; ni mzuri sana. Huyu ni mpenzi wangu, na huyu ni rafiki yangu, mabinti wa Yerusalemu.
