Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
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 lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced 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 fawns, the twins of the roe.
Maziwa yako mawili ni kama watoto wawili wa ayala, mapacha wa ayala.
4 Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like 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 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.
Kichwa chako ni kama Karmeli; nywele kichwani mwako ni za zambarau nyeusi. Mfalme amestaajabishwa na vifundo vyake vya nywele.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
Jinsi gani ulivyo mzuri na wakupendeza, mpenzi, na mazuri yako.
7 This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
Urefu wako ni wa kama mti wa mtende, na maziwa yako kama vifungu vya matunda.
8 I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like 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 thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
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 friend's, and toward me is his desire.
Mimi ni wa mpenzi wangu, na ananitamani.
11 Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night 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 have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
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 forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.
Mitunguja ya toa harufu yake; katika mlango wa tunapoishi kuna kila aina ya matunda, mpya na ya kale, niliyo kuhifadhia, mpenzi wangu.
