Song of Solomon 7
1 [[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;
Ee binti wa mwana wa mfalme, tazama jinsi inavyopendeza miguu yako katika viatu! Miguu yako yenye madaha ni kama vito vya thamani, kazi ya mikono ya fundi stadi.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;
Kitovu chako ni kama bilauri ya mviringo ambayo kamwe haikosi divai iliyochanganywa. Kiuno chako ni kichuguu cha ngano kilichozungukwa kwa yungiyungi.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;
Matiti yako ni kama wana-paa wawili, mapacha wa paa.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus;
Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa pembe ya ndovu. Macho yako ni vidimbwi vya Heshboni karibu na lango la Beth-Rabi. Pua lako ni kama mnara wa Lebanoni ukitazama kuelekea Dameski.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.
Kichwa chako kinakuvika taji kama mlima Karmeli. Nywele zako ni kama zulia la urujuani; mfalme ametekwa na mashungi yake.
6 How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!
Tazama jinsi ulivyo mzuri na unavyopendeza, ee pendo, kwa uzuri wako!
7 This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.
Umbo lako ni kama la mtende, nayo matiti yako kama vishada vya matunda.
8 I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
Nilisema, “Nitakwea mtende, nami nitayashika matunda yake.” Matiti yako na yawe kama vishada vya mzabibu, harufu nzuri ya pumzi yako kama matofaa,
9 And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.
na kinywa chako kama divai bora kuliko zote. Mpendwa Divai na iende moja kwa moja hadi kwa mpenzi wangu, ikitiririka polepole juu ya midomo na meno.
10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
Mimi ni mali ya mpenzi wangu, nayo shauku yake ni juu yangu.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge in the villages!
Njoo, mpenzi wangu, twende mashambani, twende tukalale huko vijijini.
12 Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!
Hebu na twende mapema katika mashamba ya mizabibu tuone kama mizabibu imechipua, kama maua yake yamefunguka, na kama mikomamanga imetoa maua: huko nitakupa penzi langu.
13 The love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!
Mitunguja hutoa harufu zake nzuri, kwenye milango yetu kuna matunda mazuri, mapya na ya zamani, ambayo nimekuhifadhia wewe, mpenzi wangu.
