Nyimbo ya Solomoni 2
1 Ine ndine duwa la ku Saroni, duwa lokongola la ku zigwa.
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 Monga duwa lokongola pakati pa minga ndi momwe alili wokondedwa wanga pakati pa atsikana.
As the lily among thorns, 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 woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, 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 cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Undidyetse keke ya mphesa zowuma, unditsitsimutse ndi ma apulosi, pakuti chikondi chandifowoketsa.
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish 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 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.
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 Tamverani bwenzi langa! Taonani! Uyu akubwera apayu, akulumphalumpha pa mapiri, akujowajowa pa zitunda.
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over 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 roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 Bwenzi langa anayankha ndipo anati kwa ine, “Dzuka bwenzi langa, wokongola wanga, ndipo tiye tizipita.
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 Ona, nyengo yozizira yatha; mvula yatha ndipo yapitiratu.
For winter is now 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 have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is 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 hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
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 hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 Mutigwirire nkhandwe, nkhandwe zingʼonozingʼono zimene zikuwononga minda ya mpesa, minda yathu ya mpesa imene yayamba maluwa.
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 Bwenzi langa ndi wangadi ndipo ine ndine wake; amadyetsa gulu lake la ziweto pakati pa maluwa okongola.
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth 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.
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
