Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
Nimekuja katika bustani yangu, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; Nimekusanya udi wangu na manukato yangu. Nimekula mziga wangu wa asali na asali yangu; Nimekunywa mvinyo wangu pamoja na maziwa yangu. Marafiki wanazungumza na wapenzi Kuleni, marafiki; kunyweni na mlewe na mapenzi. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza mwenyewe
2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Nilikuwa nimelala, lakini moyo wangu ulikuwa umeamka katika ndoto. Sauti ya mpenzi wangu yabisha na kusema, “Nifungulie, dada yangu, mpenzi wangu, hua wangu, wangu usiye na doa, kwa kuwa kichwa changu kimelowa na matone, nywele zangu na unyevu wa usiku.”
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
“Nimevua joho langu; lazima nilivae tena? Nimeosha miguu yangu; lazima ni ichafue?”
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Mpenzi wangu anaeka mkono wake kwenye kitasa, na moyo wangu ukawaka kwa ajili yake.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Nimeamka kumfungulia mlango mpenzi wangu; mikono yangu ikawa yamiminika na udi, vidole vyangu na unyevu wa udi, katika komeo la mlango.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
Nimemfungulia mlango mpenzi wangu, lakini mpenzi wangu aligeuka na kwenda. Moyo wangu ukadidimia; nikakosa tumaini. Nikamtafuta, lakini sikumpata; nikamuita, lakini hakunijibu.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
Walinzi waliokuwa wakizunguka mjini walinipata mimi; walinipiga chini na kunijeruhi; askari katika ukuta walichukua nguo yangu ya juu. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza na wanawake wa mji
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
Ninataka uhaidi, mabinti wa Yerusalemu, kwamba mkimuona mpenzi wangu, mwambie ninaumwa sababu ya upendo wangu kwake. Wanawake wa mji wakizungumza na mwanamke mdogo
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest amongst women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
Mpenzi wako ana ubora gani kuliko mwanaume mwengine, wewe uliye mzuri miongoni mwa wanawake? Kwanini mpenzi wako bora kuliko mpenzi mwengine, hadi utuulize tuweke nadhiri kama hii? Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza na wanawake wa mji
10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best amongst ten thousand.
Mpenzi wangu amenawiri na ana ng'aa, kati ya wanaume elfu kumi.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
Kichwa chake ni dhahabu safi; nywele zake ni laini na nyeusi kama kunguru.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
Macho yake ni kama ya hua pembezoni ya vijito vya maji, yameoshwa na maziwa, yameundwa kama mikufu.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Mashavu yake ni kama vitanda vya manukato, vinavyotoa arufu ya marashi. Midomo yake nni nyinyoro, inayo tiririka udi.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Mikono yake ni ya mianzi ya dhahabu iliyo zungushiwa mikufu; tumbo lake ni pembe lililo funikwa yakuti samawi.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Miguu yake ni nguzo za marimari, iliyo ekwa juu ya dhahabu safi; muonekano wake ni kama Lebanoni, mizuri kama mierezi.
16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Mdomo wake ni mtamu; ni mzuri sana. Huyu ni mpenzi wangu, na huyu ni rafiki yangu, mabinti wa Yerusalemu.
