Song of Solomon 2
1 [SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
Ni furen bi-rana ne na Sharon, furen bi-rana na kwari.
2 [HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!
Kamar furen bi-rana a cikin ƙayayyuwa haka ƙaunatacciyata take a cikin’yan mata.
3 [SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.
Kamar itacen gawasa a cikin itatuwan jeji haka ƙaunataccena yake a cikin samari. Ina farin ciki in zauna a inuwarsa,’ya’yan itacensa suna da daɗin ɗanɗanon da nake so
4 He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
Ya kai ni babban zauren da ake liyafa, ƙauna ita ce tutarsa a gare ni.
5 Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
Ka ƙarfafa ni da zabibi ka wartsake ni da gawasa, gama ina suma don ƙauna.
6 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!
Hannunsa na hagu yana a ƙarƙashin kaina, hannunsa na dama kuma ya rungume ni.
7 [HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!
’Yan matan Urushalima, ku yi mini alkawari da bareyi da ƙishimai na jeji. Ba za ku tā da ko ku farka ƙauna ba sai haka ya zama lalle.
8 [SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Saurara! Ƙaunataccena! Duba! Ga shi ya iso, yana tsalle a duwatsu, yana rawa a bisa tuddai.
9 Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.
Ƙaunataccena yana kama da barewa ko sagarin ƙishimi Duba! Ga shi can tsaye a bayan katangarmu, yana leƙe ta tagogi, yana kallo ta cikin asabari.
10 Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
Ƙaunataccena ya yi magana ya ce mini, “Tashi, ƙaunatacciyata, kyakkyawata, ki zo tare da ni.
11 For lo, the winter, is past, —the rain, is over, [and] gone;
Duba! Damina ta wuce; ruwan sama ya ɗauke ya kuma ƙare.
12 The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, —and, the voice of the turtle, is heard in our land;
Furanni sun hudo a duniya; lokaci yin waƙa ya zo, ana jin kukan kurciyoyi ko’ina a ƙasarmu.
13 The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!
Itacen ɓaure ya fid da’ya’yansa da sauri; tohon inabi suna ba da ƙanshinsu. Tashi, zo, ƙaunatacciyata; kyakkyawata, zo tare da ni.”
14 [HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.
Kurciyata a kogon dutse, a wuraren ɓuya a gefen dutse, nuna mini fuskarki, bari in ji muryarki; gama muryarki da daɗi take, fuskarki kuma kyakkyawa ce.
15 [BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
Kama mana ɓeraye, ƙananan ɓerayen da suke lalatar da gonakin inabi, gonakin inabinmu da suke cikin yin fure.
16 [SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!
Ƙaunataccena nawa ne ni kuma tasa ce; yana kiwon garkensa a cikin furannin bi-rana.
17 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
Sai gari ya waye inuwa kuma ta watse, ka juye, ƙaunataccena, ka zama kamar barewa ko kamar sagarin ƙishimi a kan tuddai masu ciyawa.
