Song of Solomon 4
1 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
O, wewe ni mzuri, mpenzi wangu; wewe ni mzuri. Macho yako ni ya hua nyuma kitamba chako cha uso. Nywele zako ni kama kundi la mbuzi likienda chini kutoka Mlima Gileadi.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Meno yako ni kama kondoo walio nyolewa, wakitoka sehemu ya kuoshwa. Kila mmoja ana pacha, na hamna ata mmoja miongoni mwao aliyefiwa.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Mdomo wako ni kama uzi mwekendu; mdo wako wapendeza. Mashavu yako ni kama majani ya komamanga nyuma ya kitambaa chako cha uso.
4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa Daudi ukiwa umejengwa kwa mistari ya mawe, na ngao elfu moja ikining'nia juu yake, ngao zote za wanajeshi.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
Maziwa yako mawili ni kama swala wawili, mapacha wa ayala, wakila miongoni mwa nyinyoro.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Hadi jioni ifike na vivuli viondoke, nitaenda kwenye mlima wa manemane na vilima vya ubani.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Wewe ni mzuri kwa kila namna, mpenzi wangu na hakuna lawama ndani yako.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Njoo nami kutoka Lebanoni, bibi arusi wangu. Njoo nami kutoka Lebanoni; njoo kutoka juu ya Amana, kutoka juu ya Seneri na Herimoni, kutoka shimoni mwa simba, kutoka mashimo ya milima ya chuwi.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Umeuiba moyo wangu, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; umeuiba moyo wangu, kwa mtazamo mmoja tu wako kwangu, kwa mkufu mmoja wa shingo yako.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.
Jinisi gani upendo wako ulivyo mzuri, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu! Jinsi gani zaidi upendo wako ulivyo bora kuliko mvinyo, na arufu ya marashi yako kuliko manukato yeyote.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Midomo yako, bibi arusi wangu, yatiririka asali; asali na maziwa vichini ya ulimi wako; arufu ya mavazi yako ni kama marashi ya Lebanoni.
12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu ni bustani ilio fungwa, bustani ilio fungwa, chemchemi iliyo fungwa kwa muhuri.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
Matawi yako ni kichaka cha miti ya komamanga yenye matunda tofauti, na ya mimea ya hina na nardo,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
Nardo na Zafarani, mchai na mdalasini pamoja na aina zote za uvumba, manemane na udi na aina tofauti za manukato.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Wewe ni bustani ya chemchemi, kisima cha maji safi, mifereji inayo shuka kutoka Lebanoni. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza peke yake
16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Amka, upepo wa kaskazini; njoo, upepo wa kusini; vuma katika bustani yangu ili manukato yake yatoe marashi. Mpenzi wangu na aje katika bustani yake na kula matunda ya chaguo lake.
