Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may 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 has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed 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. He browses among the lilies,
Ni na ƙaunataccena ce, ƙaunataccena kuma nawa ne; yana kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata, kamar Tirza, kyakkyawa kuma kamar Urushalima, mai daraja kamar mayaƙa da tutoti.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of 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 are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved 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 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.
Sarauniyoyi sittin za su iya kasance a can, da ƙwarƙwarai tamanin da kuma budurwai da suka wuce ƙirge;
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, and they praised 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 she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
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 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
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 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
Kafin in san wani abu, sha’awarta ta sa ni a cikin keken yaƙin sarkin mutanena.
13 Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
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?
