Wimbo wa Sulemani 7
1 Jinsi gani miguu yako ilivyo yaonekana mizuri kwenye viatu, binti wa mfalme! Mapaja yako ni kama mikufu, kama kazi ya mjenzi.
What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
2 Kitovu chako ni kama duara la bakuli; kamwe kisikose mchanganyiko wa mvinyo. Tumbo lako ni kama ngano iliyo umuka na kuzungushiwa nyinyoro.
Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Maziwa yako mawili ni kama watoto wawili wa ayala, mapacha wa ayala.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa pembe; macho yako ni kama maziwa ya Heshiboni kwenye lango la Bathi Rabimu. Pua yako ni kama mnara wa Lebanoni ambao watazama Damasko.
Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5 Kichwa chako ni kama Karmeli; nywele kichwani mwako ni za zambarau nyeusi. Mfalme amestaajabishwa na vifundo vyake vya nywele.
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 Jinsi gani ulivyo mzuri na wakupendeza, mpenzi, na mazuri yako.
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 Urefu wako ni wa kama mti wa mtende, na maziwa yako kama vifungu vya matunda.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Niliwaza, “Ninataka kuupanda huo mti wa mtende; nitashika matawi yake.” Maziwa yako nayawe kama vifungu vya mizabibu, na harufu ya pua yako yawe kama mapera.
I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 Mdomo wako na uwe kama mvinyo bora, ukishuka taratibu kwa mpenzi wangu, ukiteleza kwenye midomo yetu na meno. Mwanamke mdogo akizungumza mwenyewe
Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 Mimi ni wa mpenzi wangu, na ananitamani.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Njoo, mpenzi wangu, twende nje ya mji; tu lala usiku kwenye vijiji.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Tuamke mapema twende kwenye mashamba ya mizabibu; tuone kama mizabibu imemea, kama imechipua, na kama mikomamanga imetoa mau. Pale nitakupa penzi langu.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13 Mitunguja ya toa harufu yake; katika mlango wa tunapoishi kuna kila aina ya matunda, mpya na ya kale, niliyo kuhifadhia, mpenzi wangu.
The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
