Waƙar Waƙoƙi 4
1 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.
How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
2 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.
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
3 Leɓunanki kamar zaren jan garura bakinki yana da kyau. Kumatunki sun yi kamar rumman da aka tsaga biyu a cikin lulluɓinki.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4 Wuyanki ya yi kamar hasumiyar Dawuda, da aka gina da daraja; a kansa an rataye garkuwoyi dubu, dukansu garkuwoyin jarumawa ne.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5 Nonanki biyu sun yi kamar bareyi biyu, kamar tagwayen barewa da suke kiwo a cikin furen bi-rana.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6 Sai gari ya waye inuwa kuma ta watse, zan je dutsen mur da kuma tudun turare.
Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Duk, ke kyakkyawa ce, ƙaunatacciyata; babu wani lahani a cikinki.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
8 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.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Kin saci zuciyata,’yar’uwata, amaryata; kin saci zuciyata da hararar idanunki, da dutse mai daraja guda na abin wuyanki.
You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
10 Ƙaunarki abar farin ciki ne,’yar’uwata, amaryata! Ƙaunarki ta fi ruwan inabi gamsuwa, ƙanshin turarenki kuma ya fi duk wani kayan yaji!
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
11 Leɓunanki suna zub da zaƙi kamar kakin zuma, amaryata; madara da zuma suna a ƙarƙashin harshenki. Ƙanshin rigunanki ya yi kamar na Lebanon.
Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
12 Ke lambu ne da aka kulle,’yar’uwata, amaryata; ke maɓulɓula ce da aka kewaye, maɓulɓular da aka rufe.
My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13 Shuke-shukenki gonar rumman ne da’ya’yan itace masu kyau na lalle da nardi,
Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
14 nardi, da asfaran, kalamus, da kirfa, da kowane irin itacen turare, da mur da aloyes da kuma dukan kayan yaji masu kyau.
with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
15 Ke lambun maɓulɓula ne, rijiya mai ruwan da yake gudu yana gangarawa daga Lebanon.
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16 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.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
