Nyimbo ya Solomoni 2
1 Ine ndine duwa la ku Saroni, duwa lokongola la ku zigwa.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 Monga duwa lokongola pakati pa minga ndi momwe alili wokondedwa wanga pakati pa atsikana.
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Monga mtengo wa apulosi pakati pa mitengo ya mʼnkhalango ndi momwe alili bwenzi langa pakati pa anyamata. Ndimakondwera kukhala pansi pa mthunzi wako, ndipo chipatso chake ndi chokoma mʼkamwa mwanga.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Iye wanditengera ku nyumba yaphwando, ndipo mbendera yake yozika pa ine ndi chikondi.
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5 Undidyetse keke ya mphesa zowuma, unditsitsimutse ndi ma apulosi, pakuti chikondi chandifowoketsa.
Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
6 Mutu wanga watsamira dzanja lake lamanzere, ndipo dzanja lake lamanja landikumbatira.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7 Inu akazi a ku Yerusalemu, ndithu ndikukupemphani pali gwape ndi mbawala yayikazi zakuthengo: Musachigwedeze chikondi kapena kuchiutsa mpaka pamene chifunire ichocho.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8 Tamverani bwenzi langa! Taonani! Uyu akubwera apayu, akulumphalumpha pa mapiri, akujowajowa pa zitunda.
The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
9 Bwenzi langa ali ngati gwape kapena mwana wa mbawala. Taonani! Uyo wayima kuseri kwa khoma lathulo, akusuzumira mʼmazenera, akuyangʼana pa mpata wa zenera.
My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10 Bwenzi langa anayankha ndipo anati kwa ine, “Dzuka bwenzi langa, wokongola wanga, ndipo tiye tizipita.
My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Ona, nyengo yozizira yatha; mvula yatha ndipo yapitiratu.
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 Maluwa ayamba kuoneka pa dziko lapansi; nthawi yoyimba yafika, kulira kwa njiwa kukumveka mʼdziko lathu.
The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;
13 Mtengo wankhuyu ukubereka zipatso zake zoyambirira; mitengo ya mpesa ya maluwa ikutulutsa fungo lake. Dzuka bwenzi langa, wokongola wanga tiye tizipita.”
The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
14 Nkhunda yanga yokhala mʼmingʼalu ya thanthwe, mʼmalo obisala a mʼmbali mwa phiri, onetsa nkhope yako, nʼtamvako liwu lako; pakuti liwu lako ndi lokoma, ndipo nkhope yako ndi yokongola.
O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
15 Mutigwirire nkhandwe, nkhandwe zingʼonozingʼono zimene zikuwononga minda ya mpesa, minda yathu ya mpesa imene yayamba maluwa.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
16 Bwenzi langa ndi wangadi ndipo ine ndine wake; amadyetsa gulu lake la ziweto pakati pa maluwa okongola.
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 Kamphepo kamadzulo kakayamba kuwuzira ndipo mithunzi ikayamba kuthawa, unyamuke bwenzi langa, ndipo ukhale ngati gwape kapena ngati mwana wa mbawala pakati pa mapiri azigwembezigwembe.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
