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.
[[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;
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 goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;
3 Maziwa yako mawili ni kama watoto wawili wa ayala, mapacha wa ayala.
Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;
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 is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which 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 upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.
6 Jinsi gani ulivyo mzuri na wakupendeza, mpenzi, na mazuri yako.
How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!
7 Urefu wako ni wa kama mti wa mtende, na maziwa yako kama vifungu vya matunda.
This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.
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 will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose 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
And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.
10 Mimi ni wa mpenzi wangu, na ananitamani.
I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
11 Njoo, mpenzi wangu, twende nje ya mji; tu lala usiku kwenye vijiji.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge 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.
Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!
13 Mitunguja ya toa harufu yake; katika mlango wa tunapoishi kuna kila aina ya matunda, mpya na ya kale, niliyo kuhifadhia, mpenzi wangu.
The love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!
