Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
Ƙafafunki a cikin takalma kyakkyawa ne, Ya diyar sarki! Tsarin ƙafafunki sun yi kamar kayan ado masu daraja, aikin hannun gwanin sassaƙa.
2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
Cibinki kamar kwaf ne da bai taɓa rasa gaurayayyen ruwan inabi ba. Kwankwasonki ya yi kamar damin alkama wanda furen bi-rana ya kewaye.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Nonanki sun yi kamar bareyi biyu, tagwayen barewa.
4 Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
Wuyanki ya yi kamar hasumiyar hauren giwa. Idanunki sun yi kamar tafkin Heshbon kusa da ƙofar Bat Rabbim. Hancinki ya yi kamar hasumiyar Lebanon wadda take duban Damaskus.
5 Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Kanki ya yi miki rawani kamar Dutsen Karmel. Gashinki ya yi kamar shunayya; yakan ɗauke hankalin sarki.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
Kai! Ke kyakkyawa ce kuma kina sa ni jin daɗi, Ya ƙaunatacciya, da farin cikin da kike kawo!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
Tsayinki ya yi kamar itacen dabino, kuma nonanki sun yi kamar’ya’yan itace.
8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
Na ce, “Zan hau itacen dabino; zan kama’ya’yansa.” Bari nonanki su zama kamar nonna kuringa, ƙanshin numfashinki ya yi kamar gawasa,
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
kuma bakinki ya yi kamar ruwan inabi mafi kyau. Ƙaunatacciya Bari ruwan inabi yă wuce kai tsaye zuwa ga ƙaunataccena, yana gudu a hankali a leɓuna da kuma haƙora.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
Ni ta ƙaunataccena ce, kuma sha’awarsa domina ne.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Ka zo, ƙaunataccena, bari mu je bayan gari, bari mu kwana a ƙauye.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
Bari mu tafi gonar inabi da sassafe don mu ga ko kuringar ta yi’ya’ya, ko furanninsu sun buɗe, ko rumman sun yi fure, a can zan nuna maka ƙaunata.
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
Manta-uwa sun ba da ƙanshinsu, a bakin ƙofa kuwa akwai kowane abinci mai daɗi, sabo da tsoho, da na ajiye dominka, ƙaunataccena.
