Nyimbo ya Solomoni 2
1 Ine ndine duwa la ku Saroni, duwa lokongola la ku zigwa.
Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
2 Monga duwa lokongola pakati pa minga ndi momwe alili wokondedwa wanga pakati pa atsikana.
Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one 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.
Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 Iye wanditengera ku nyumba yaphwando, ndipo mbendera yake yozika pa ine ndi chikondi.
He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
5 Undidyetse keke ya mphesa zowuma, unditsitsimutse ndi ma apulosi, pakuti chikondi chandifowoketsa.
Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
6 Mutu wanga watsamira dzanja lake lamanzere, ndipo dzanja lake lamanja landikumbatira.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 Inu akazi a ku Yerusalemu, ndithu ndikukupemphani pali gwape ndi mbawala yayikazi zakuthengo: Musachigwedeze chikondi kapena kuchiutsa mpaka pamene chifunire ichocho.
Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
8 Tamverani bwenzi langa! Taonani! Uyu akubwera apayu, akulumphalumpha pa mapiri, akujowajowa pa zitunda.
Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across 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 beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
10 Bwenzi langa anayankha ndipo anati kwa ine, “Dzuka bwenzi langa, wokongola wanga, ndipo tiye tizipita.
Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
11 Ona, nyengo yozizira yatha; mvula yatha ndipo yapitiratu.
For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
12 Maluwa ayamba kuoneka pa dziko lapansi; nthawi yoyimba yafika, kulira kwa njiwa kukumveka mʼdziko lathu.
The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard 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 has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
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.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
15 Mutigwirire nkhandwe, nkhandwe zingʼonozingʼono zimene zikuwononga minda ya mpesa, minda yathu ya mpesa imene yayamba maluwa.
Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
16 Bwenzi langa ndi wangadi ndipo ine ndine wake; amadyetsa gulu lake la ziweto pakati pa maluwa okongola.
Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies,
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.
until the day rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
