Wimbo wa Sulemani 4
1 Tazama jinsi ulivyo mzuri, mpenzi wangu! Ee, jinsi ulivyo mzuri! Macho yako nyuma ya shela yako ni kama ya hua. Nywele zako ni kama kundi la mbuzi zikishuka kutoka Mlima Gileadi.
How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
2 Meno yako ni kama kundi la kondoo waliokatwa manyoya sasa hivi, watokao kuogeshwa. Kila mmoja ana pacha lake, hakuna hata mmoja aliye peke yake.
Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
3 Midomo yako ni kama uzi mwekundu, kinywa chako kinapendeza. Mashavu yako nyuma ya shela yako ni kama vipande viwili vya komamanga.
Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
4 Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa Daudi, uliojengwa kwa madaha, juu yake zimetundikwa ngao elfu, zote ni ngao za mashujaa.
Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
5 Matiti yako mawili ni kama wana-paa wawili, kama wana-paa mapacha wajilishao katikati ya yungiyungi.
Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Hata kupambazuke na vivuli vikimbie, nitakwenda kwenye mlima wa manemane na kwenye kilima cha uvumba.
Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Wewe ni mzuri kote, mpenzi wangu, hakuna hitilafu ndani yako.
Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
8 Enda nami kutoka Lebanoni, bibi arusi wangu, enda nami kutoka Lebanoni. Shuka kutoka ncha ya Amana, kutoka juu ya Seniri, kilele cha Hermoni, kutoka mapango ya simba na kutoka mlima wapendapo kukaa chui.
Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Umeiba moyo wangu, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; umeiba moyo wangu kwa mtazamo mmoja wa macho yako, kwa kito kimoja cha mkufu wako.
Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.
10 Tazama jinsi pendo lako linavyofurahisha, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu! Pendo lako linafurahisha aje zaidi ya divai, na harufu ya manukato yako zaidi ya kikolezo chochote!
How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
11 Midomo yako inadondosha utamu kama sega la asali, bibi arusi wangu; maziwa na asali viko chini ya ulimi wako. Harufu nzuri ya mavazi yako ni kama ile ya Lebanoni.
Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
12 Wewe ni bustani iliyofungwa, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; wewe ni chanzo cha maji kilichozungushiwa kabisa, chemchemi yangu peke yangu.
My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
13 Mimea yako ni bustani ya mikomamanga yenye matunda mazuri sana, yenye hina na nardo,
Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
14 nardo na zafarani, mchai na mdalasini, pamoja na kila aina ya mti wa uvumba, manemane na udi, na aina zote za vikolezo bora kuliko vyote.
Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
15 Wewe ni chemchemi ya bustani, kisima cha maji yatiririkayo, yakitiririka kutoka Lebanoni.
The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
16 Amka, upepo wa kaskazini, na uje, upepo wa kusini! Vuma juu ya bustani yangu, ili harufu yake nzuri iweze kuenea mpaka ngʼambo. Mpendwa wangu na aje bustanini mwake na kuonja matunda mazuri sana.
Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
