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.
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
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, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
3 Midomo yako ni kama uzi mwekundu, kinywa chako kinapendeza. Mashavu yako nyuma ya shela yako ni kama vipande viwili vya komamanga.
Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
4 Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa Daudi, uliojengwa kwa madaha, juu yake zimetundikwa ngao elfu, zote ni ngao za mashujaa.
Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
5 Matiti yako mawili ni kama wana-paa wawili, kama wana-paa mapacha wajilishao katikati ya yungiyungi.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
6 Hata kupambazuke na vivuli vikimbie, nitakwenda kwenye mlima wa manemane na kwenye kilima cha uvumba.
Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
7 Wewe ni mzuri kote, mpenzi wangu, hakuna hitilafu ndani yako.
Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none 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.
With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of 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 encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament 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 caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all 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.
With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Wewe ni bustani iliyofungwa, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; wewe ni chanzo cha maji kilichozungushiwa kabisa, chemchemi yangu peke yangu.
A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
13 Mimea yako ni bustani ya mikomamanga yenye matunda mazuri sana, yenye hina na nardo,
Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
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.
Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
15 Wewe ni chemchemi ya bustani, kisima cha maji yatiririkayo, yakitiririka kutoka Lebanoni.
A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.
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.
[SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
