Song of Solomon 5
1 [HE] I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: —Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye beloved!
Na zo lambuna,’yar’uwata, amaryata; na tattara mur nawa da kayan yajina. Na sha zumana da kuma kakinsa na sha ruwan inabina da kuma madarana. Ƙawaye Ku ci, ku kuma sha, ya ku ƙawaye; ku sha ku ƙoshi, ya ƙaunatattu.
2 [SHE] I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, —The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.
Na yi barci amma zuciyata tana a farke. Ku saurara! Ƙaunataccena yana ƙwanƙwasa ƙofa. “Buɗe mini,’yar’uwata, ƙaunatacciyata, kurciyata, marar laifina. Kaina ya jiƙe da raɓa, gashina ya yi danshin ɗiɗɗigar dare.”
3 I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
Na tuɓe rigata, sai in sāke sa ta kuma? Na wanke ƙafafuna, sai in sāke ɓata su?
4 My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:
Ƙaunataccena ya turo hannunsa ta cikin ramin ƙofar; zuciyata ta fara juyayi a kansa.
5 I myself, arose, to open to my beloved, —and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.
Na tashi don in buɗe wa ƙaunataccena, sai hannuna ya jiƙe sharkaf da mur, yatsotsina suna ɗiga da mur, a hannuwan ƙofar.
6 I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, —My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.
Na buɗe wa ƙaunataccena ƙofa, amma ƙaunataccena ba ya nan, ya riga ya tafi. Zuciyata ta damu da tafiyarsa. Na neme shi amma ban same shi ba. Na yi ta kiransa amma bai amsa ba.
7 The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, —The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.
Masu gadi suka gamu da ni yayinda suke kai kawo a cikin birni. Suka yi mini dūka, suka yi mini rauni; suka ƙwace gyalena waɗannan masu gadin katanga!
8 I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
’Yan matan Urushalima, ina roƙonku, in kun sami ƙaunataccena me za ku ce masa? Ku ce masa na suma saboda ƙauna.
9 [DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured us?
Mafiya kyau a cikin mata me ya sa ƙaunataccenki ya fi sauran? Don me kike roƙonmu mu faɗa masa yadda kike ji?
10 [SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
Ƙaunataccena kyakkyawa ne ƙaƙƙarfa kuma, da ƙyar a sami irinsa ɗaya a cikin dubu goma.
11 His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
Kansa zinariya ce zalla; gashinsa dogaye ne baƙi wuluk kamar hankaka.
12 His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
Idanunsa sun yi kamar na kurciyoyin da suke kusa da ruwan rafi, da aka wanke da madara aka kuma kafa kamar kayan ado masu daraja.
13 His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
Kumatunsa kamar lambun kayan yaji suna ba da turare. Leɓunansa sun yi kamar furen bi-rana suna ɗiga da mur.
14 His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:
Hannuwansa kamar sandunan zinariyar da aka sa musu duwatsu masu daraja. Jikinsa ya yi kamar gogaggen hauren giwan da aka yi masa ado da duwatsun saffaya.
15 His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:
Ƙafafunsa sun yi kamar ginshiƙan dutsen alabastar da aka kafa su a cikin rammukar zinariya. Kamanninsa ya yi kamar Lebanon, mafi kyau kamar itacen al’ul nasa.
16 His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Bakinsa zaƙi ne kansa; komensa yana da kyau. Haka ƙaunataccena, abokina, yake’yan matan Urushalima.
