Wimbo wa Sulemani 5
1 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
Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
2 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.”
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 “Nimevua joho langu; lazima nilivae tena? Nimeosha miguu yangu; lazima ni ichafue?”
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 Mpenzi wangu anaeka mkono wake kwenye kitasa, na moyo wangu ukawaka kwa ajili yake.
My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
5 Nimeamka kumfungulia mlango mpenzi wangu; mikono yangu ikawa yamiminika na udi, vidole vyangu na unyevu wa udi, katika komeo la mlango.
I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 Nimemfungulia mlango mpenzi wangu, lakini mpenzi wangu aligeuka na kwenda. Moyo wangu ukadidimia; nikakosa tumaini. Nikamtafuta, lakini sikumpata; nikamuita, lakini hakunijibu.
I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
7 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
The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Ninataka uhaidi, mabinti wa Yerusalemu, kwamba mkimuona mpenzi wangu, mwambie ninaumwa sababu ya upendo wangu kwake. Wanawake wa mji wakizungumza na mwanamke mdogo
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
9 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
What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful among women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
10 Mpenzi wangu amenawiri na ana ng'aa, kati ya wanaume elfu kumi.
My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
11 Kichwa chake ni dhahabu safi; nywele zake ni laini na nyeusi kama kunguru.
His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
12 Macho yake ni kama ya hua pembezoni ya vijito vya maji, yameoshwa na maziwa, yameundwa kama mikufu.
His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
13 Mashavu yake ni kama vitanda vya manukato, vinavyotoa arufu ya marashi. Midomo yake nni nyinyoro, inayo tiririka udi.
His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
14 Mikono yake ni ya mianzi ya dhahabu iliyo zungushiwa mikufu; tumbo lake ni pembe lililo funikwa yakuti samawi.
His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
15 Miguu yake ni nguzo za marimari, iliyo ekwa juu ya dhahabu safi; muonekano wake ni kama Lebanoni, mizuri kama mierezi.
His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
16 Mdomo wake ni mtamu; ni mzuri sana. Huyu ni mpenzi wangu, na huyu ni rafiki yangu, mabinti wa Yerusalemu.
His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
