Wimbo wa Sulemani 4
1 O, wewe ni mzuri, mpenzi wangu; wewe ni mzuri. Macho yako ni ya hua nyuma kitamba chako cha uso. Nywele zako ni kama kundi la mbuzi likienda chini kutoka Mlima Gileadi.
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.
2 Meno yako ni kama kondoo walio nyolewa, wakitoka sehemu ya kuoshwa. Kila mmoja ana pacha, na hamna ata mmoja miongoni mwao aliyefiwa.
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.
3 Mdomo wako ni kama uzi mwekendu; mdo wako wapendeza. Mashavu yako ni kama majani ya komamanga nyuma ya kitambaa chako cha uso.
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
4 Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa Daudi ukiwa umejengwa kwa mistari ya mawe, na ngao elfu moja ikining'nia juu yake, ngao zote za wanajeshi.
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.
5 Maziwa yako mawili ni kama swala wawili, mapacha wa ayala, wakila miongoni mwa nyinyoro.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
6 Hadi jioni ifike na vivuli viondoke, nitaenda kwenye mlima wa manemane na vilima vya ubani.
Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Wewe ni mzuri kwa kila namna, mpenzi wangu na hakuna lawama ndani yako.
You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
8 Njoo nami kutoka Lebanoni, bibi arusi wangu. Njoo nami kutoka Lebanoni; njoo kutoka juu ya Amana, kutoka juu ya Seneri na Herimoni, kutoka shimoni mwa simba, kutoka mashimo ya milima ya chuwi.
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.
9 Umeuiba moyo wangu, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu; umeuiba moyo wangu, kwa mtazamo mmoja tu wako kwangu, kwa mkufu mmoja wa shingo yako.
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.
10 Jinisi gani upendo wako ulivyo mzuri, dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu! Jinsi gani zaidi upendo wako ulivyo bora kuliko mvinyo, na arufu ya marashi yako kuliko manukato yeyote.
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.
11 Midomo yako, bibi arusi wangu, yatiririka asali; asali na maziwa vichini ya ulimi wako; arufu ya mavazi yako ni kama marashi ya Lebanoni.
Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Dada yangu, bibi arusi wangu ni bustani ilio fungwa, bustani ilio fungwa, chemchemi iliyo fungwa kwa muhuri.
My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
13 Matawi yako ni kichaka cha miti ya komamanga yenye matunda tofauti, na ya mimea ya hina na nardo,
Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
14 Nardo na Zafarani, mchai na mdalasini pamoja na aina zote za uvumba, manemane na udi na aina tofauti za manukato.
Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
15 Wewe ni bustani ya chemchemi, kisima cha maji safi, mifereji inayo shuka kutoka Lebanoni. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza peke yake
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.
16 Amka, upepo wa kaskazini; njoo, upepo wa kusini; vuma katika bustani yangu ili manukato yake yatoe marashi. Mpenzi wangu na aje katika bustani yake na kula matunda ya chaguo lake.
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.
