Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

1 Ee binti wa mwana wa mfalme, tazama jinsi inavyopendeza miguu yako katika viatu! Miguu yako yenye madaha ni kama vito vya thamani, kazi ya mikono ya fundi stadi.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

2 Kitovu chako ni kama bilauri ya mviringo ambayo kamwe haikosi divai iliyochanganywa. Kiuno chako ni kichuguu cha ngano kilichozungukwa kwa yungiyungi.

3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

3 Matiti yako ni kama wana-paa wawili, mapacha wa paa.

4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

4 Shingo yako ni kama mnara wa pembe ya ndovu. Macho yako ni vidimbwi vya Heshboni karibu na lango la Beth-Rabi. Pua lako ni kama mnara wa Lebanoni ukitazama kuelekea Dameski.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

5 Kichwa chako kinakuvika taji kama mlima Karmeli. Nywele zako ni kama zulia la urujuani; mfalme ametekwa na mashungi yake.

6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

6 Tazama jinsi ulivyo mzuri na unavyopendeza, ee pendo, kwa uzuri wako!

7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

7 Umbo lako ni kama la mtende, nayo matiti yako kama vishada vya matunda.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

8 Nilisema, “Nitakwea mtende, nami nitayashika matunda yake.” Matiti yako na yawe kama vishada vya mzabibu, harufu nzuri ya pumzi yako kama matofaa,

9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.

9 na kinywa chako kama divai bora kuliko zote. Divai na iende moja kwa moja hadi kwa mpenzi wangu, ikitiririka polepole juu ya midomo na meno.

10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

10 Mimi ni mali ya mpenzi wangu, nayo shauku yake ni juu yangu.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.

11 Njoo, mpenzi wangu, twende mashambani, twende tukalale huko vijijini.

12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

12 Hebu na twende mapema katika mashamba ya mizabibu tuone kama mizabibu imechipua, kama maua yake yamefunguka, na kama mikomamanga imetoa maua: huko nitakupa penzi langu.

13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

13 Mitunguja hutoa harufu zake nzuri, kwenye milango yetu kuna matunda mazuri, mapya na ya zamani, ambayo nimekuhifadhia wewe, mpenzi wangu.