1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes,
O prince's daughter!
The joints of thy thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Siti msharifu, jinsi zilivyo nzuri Hatua zako katika mitalawanda. Mapaja yako ya mviringo ni kama johari, Kazi ya mikono ya fundi mstadi;
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet,
Which wanteth not liquor:
Thy belly is like an heap of wheat
Set about with lilies.
Kitovu chako ni kama bilauri iliyoviringana, Na isikose divai iliyochanganyika; Tumbo lako ni mfano wa chungu ya ngano, Iliyozungukwa na ugo wa nyinyoro;
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes
That are twins.
Maziwa yako mawili ni kama wana-paa wawili, Ambao ni mapacha ya paa;
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;
Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon,
By the gate of Bathrabbim:
Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon
Which looketh toward Damascus.
Shingo yako ni kama huo mnara wa pembe; Macho yako kama viziwa vya Heshboni, Karibu na mlango wa Beth-rabi; Pua yako ni kama mnara wa Lebanoni, Unaoelekea Dameski;
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,
And the hair of thine head like purple;
The king is held in the galleries.
Kichwa chako juu yako ni kama Karmeli, Na nywele za kichwa chako kama urujuani, Mfalme amenaswa na mashungu yake.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights!
Jinsi yalivyo mazuri, yalivyo matamu, Mapenzi katikati ya anasa!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree,
And thy breasts to clusters of grapes .
Kimo chako kimefanana na mtende, Na maziwa yako na vichala.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of the boughs thereof:
Now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy nose like apples;
Nilisema, Nitapanda huo mtende, Na kuyashika makuti yake. Maziwa yako na yawe kama vichala vya mzabibu, Na harufu ya pumzi yako kama mapera;
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine
For my beloved, that goeth down sweetly,
Causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Na kinywa chako kama divai iliyo bora, Kwa mpendwa wangu inashuka taratibu, Ikitiririka midomoni mwao walalao.
10 I am my beloved's,
And his desire is toward me.
Mimi ni wake mpendwa wangu, Na shauku yake ni juu yangu.
11 Come, my beloved,
Let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
Njoo, mpendwa wangu, twende mashambani, Tufanye maskani katika vijiji.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us see if the vine flourish,
Whether the tender grape appear,
And the pomegranates bud forth:
There will I give thee my loves.
Twende mapema hata mashamba ya mizabibu, Tuone kama mzabihu umechanua, Na maua yake yamefunuka; Kama mikomamanga imetoa maua; Huko nitakupa pambaja zangu.
13 The mandrakes give a smell,
And at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits ,
New and old,
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Mitunguja hutoa harufu yake; Juu ya milango yetu yako matunda mazuri, Mapya na ya kale, ya kila namna, Niliyokuwekea, mpendwa wangu.
