Song of Solomon 4
1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.
Ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata! Kai, ke kyakkyawa ce! Idanunki sun yi kamar na kurciya a cikin lulluɓinki. Gashinki ya yi kamar garken awaki da suke gangarawa daga Dutsen Gileyad.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
Haƙoranki sun yi kamar garken tumakin da ba a daɗe da yin musu sausaya ba, da suke haurawa daga inda aka yi musu wanka. Kowanne yana tare da ɗan’uwansa; babu waninsu da yake shi kaɗai.
3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
Leɓunanki kamar zaren jan garura bakinki yana da kyau. Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
Wuyanki ya yi kamar hasumiyar Dawuda, da aka gina da daraja; a kansa an rataye garkuwoyi dubu, dukansu garkuwoyin jarumawa ne.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
Nonanki biyu sun yi kamar bareyi biyu, kamar tagwayen barewa da suke kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Sai gari ya waye inuwa kuma ta watse, zan je dutsen mur da kuma tudun turare.
7 You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
Duk, ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata; babu wani lahani a cikinki.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of leopards.
Ki tare da ni daga Lebanon, amaryata, zo tare da ni daga Lebanon. Ki gangara daga ƙwanƙolin Amana, daga ƙwanƙolin Senir, ƙwanƙolin Hermon, daga ramin zaki da kuma dutsen da damisoshi suke zama.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
Kin saci zuciyata,’yar’uwata, amaryata; kin saci zuciyata da hararar idanunki, da dutse mai daraja guda na abin wuyanki.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
Ƙaunarki abar farin ciki ne,’yar’uwata, amaryata! Ƙaunarki ta fi ruwan inabi gamsuwa, ƙanshin turarenki kuma ya fi duk wani kayan yaji!
11 Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Leɓunanki suna zub da zaƙi kamar kakin zuma, amaryata; madara da zuma suna a ƙarƙashin harshenki. Ƙanshin rigunanki ya yi kamar na Lebanon.
12 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
Ke lambu ne da aka kulle,’yar’uwata, amaryata; ke maɓulɓula ce da aka kewaye, maɓulɓular da aka rufe.
13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
Shuke-shukenki gonar rumman ne da’ya’yan itace masu kyau na lalle da nardi,
14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
nardi, da asfaran, kalamus, da kirfa, da kowane irin itacen turare, da mur da aloyes da kuma dukan kayan yaji masu kyau.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.
Ke lambun maɓulɓula ne, rijiya mai ruwan da yake gudu yana gangarawa daga Lebanon.
16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.
Farka, iskar arewa, ki kuma zo, iskar kudu! Hura a kan lambuna, don ƙanshinsa yă bazu har waje. Bari ƙaunataccena yă zo cikin lambunsa yă ɗanɗana’ya’yan itacensa mafi kyau.
