1
Siti msharifu, jinsi zilivyo nzuri Hatua zako katika mitalawanda. Mapaja yako ya mviringo ni kama johari, Kazi ya mikono ya fundi mstadi;
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
2
Kitovu chako ni kama bilauri iliyoviringana, Na isikose divai iliyochanganyika; Tumbo lako ni mfano wa chungu ya ngano, Iliyozungukwa na ugo wa nyinyoro;
Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
3
Maziwa yako mawili ni kama wana-paa wawili, Ambao ni mapacha ya paa;
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4
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;
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.
5
Kichwa chako juu yako ni kama Karmeli, Na nywele za kichwa chako kama urujuani, Mfalme amenaswa na mashungu yake.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
6
Jinsi yalivyo mazuri, yalivyo matamu, Mapenzi katikati ya anasa!
How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
7
Kimo chako kimefanana na mtende, Na maziwa yako na vichala.
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8
Nilisema, Nitapanda huo mtende, Na kuyashika makuti yake. Maziwa yako na yawe kama vichala vya mzabibu, Na harufu ya pumzi yako kama mapera;
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,
9
Na kinywa chako kama divai iliyo bora, Kwa mpendwa wangu inashuka taratibu, Ikitiririka midomoni mwao walalao.
and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
10
Mimi ni wake mpendwa wangu, Na shauku yake ni juu yangu.
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11
Njoo, mpendwa wangu, twende mashambani, Tufanye maskani katika vijiji.
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
12
Twende mapema hata mashamba ya mizabibu, Tuone kama mzabihu umechanua, Na maua yake yamefunuka; Kama mikomamanga imetoa maua; Huko nitakupa pambaja zangu.
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.
13
Mitunguja hutoa harufu yake; Juu ya milango yetu yako matunda mazuri, Mapya na ya kale, ya kila namna, Niliyokuwekea, mpendwa wangu.
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.