Song of Solomon 6
1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
Ina ƙaunataccenki ya tafi, yake mafiya kyau cikin mata? Wace hanya ce ƙaunataccenki ya bi, don mu taimake ki nemansa.
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Ƙaunataccena ya gangara zuwa lambunsa, zuwa inda fangulan kayan yaji suke, don yă yi kiwo a cikin lambun don kuma yă tattara furen bi-rana.
3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Ni na ƙaunataccena ce, ƙaunataccena kuma nawa ne; yana kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata, kamar Tirza, kyakkyawa kuma kamar Urushalima, mai daraja kamar mayaƙa da tutoti.
5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
Ki kau da idanu daga gare ni; gama suna rinjayata. Gashinki yana kama da garken awakin da suke gangarawa daga Gileyad.
6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Haƙoranki suna kama da garken tumakin da suke haurawa daga inda aka yi musu wanka. Kowanne yana tare da ɗan’uwansa; babu waninsu da yake shi kaɗai.
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Sarauniyoyi sittin za su iya kasance a can, da ƙwarƙwarai tamanin da kuma budurwai da suka wuce ƙirge;
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
amma kurciyata, cikakkiyata, dabam take, tilo kuwa ga mahaifiyarta,’yar lele ga wadda ta haife ta.’Yan mata sun gan ta suka ce da ita mai albarka; sarauniyoyi da ƙwarƙwarai sun yabe ta.
10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
Wace ce wannan da ta bayyana sai ka ce ketowar alfijir? Kyakkyawa kamar wata, mai haske kamar rana, mai daraja kamar taurari a jere?
11 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
Na gangara zuwa cikin itatuwan almon don in ga ƙananan itatuwan da suke girma a kwari, don in ga ko inabi sun yi’ya’ya ko rumman suna fid da furanni.
12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
Kafin in san wani abu, sha’awarta ta sa ni a cikin keken yaƙin sarkin mutanena.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
Ki dawo, ki dawo, ya Bashulammiya; ki dawo, ki dawo, don mu dube ki! Ƙaunatacce Don me kuke duban Bashulammiya sai ka ce rawar Mahanayim?
