Nyimbo ya Solomoni 5
1 Ndalowa mʼmunda mwanga, iwe mlongo wanga, iwe mkwatibwi wanga; ndasonkhanitsa mure wanga ndi zokometsera zakudya zanga. Ndadya uchi wanga pamodzi ndi zisa zake zomwe; ndamwa vinyo wanga ndi mkaka wanga. Abwenzi Idyani abwenzi anga, imwani; Inu okondana, imwani kwambiri.
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
2 Ndinagona tulo koma mtima wanga unali maso. Tamverani, bwenzi langa akugogoda: “Nditsekulire, mlongo wanga, bwenzi langa, nkhunda yanga, wangwiro wanga. Mutu wanga wanyowa ndi mame, tsitsi langa lanyowa chifukwa cha nkhungu ya usiku.”
I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
3 Ndavula kale zovala zanga, kodi ndizivalenso? Ndasamba kale mapazi anga kodi ndiwadetsenso?
I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 Bwenzi langa anapisa dzanja lake pa chibowo cha pa chitseko; mtima wanga unagunda chifukwa cha iye.
My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
5 Ndinanyamuka kukamutsekulira wachikondi wangayo, ndipo manja anga anali noninoni ndi mure, zala zanga zinali mure chuchuchu, pa zogwirira za chotsekera.
I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
6 Ndinamutsekulira wachikondi wanga, koma nʼkuti wachikondi wangayo atachoka; iye anali atapita. Mtima wanga unafumuka chifukwa cha kuchoka kwake. Ndinamuyangʼanayangʼana koma sindinamupeze. Ndinamuyitana koma sanandiyankhe.
I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
7 Alonda anandipeza pamene ankayendera mzindawo. Anandimenya ndipo anandipweteka; iwo anandilanda mwinjiro wanga, alonda a pa khoma aja!
The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Inu akazi a ku Yerusalemu ndithu ndikukupemphani, mukapeza wokondedwa wangayo, kodi mudzamuwuza chiyani? Muwuzeni kuti ine ndadwala nacho chikondi.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
9 Iwe wokongola kuposa akazi onsewa, kodi wokondedwa wakoyo ndi wopambana wina aliyense bwanji? Kodi wokondedwa wakoyo ndi wopambana ena onse chotani kuti uzichita kutipempha motere?
What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
10 Wokondedwa wangayo ndi wowala kwambiri ndi wathanzi pakati pa anthu 1,000.
My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
11 Mutu wake ndi golide woyengeka bwino; tsitsi lake ndi lopotanapotana, ndiponso lakuda bwino ngati khwangwala.
His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
12 Maso ake ali ngati nkhunda mʼmbali mwa mitsinje ya madzi, ngati nkhunda zitasamba mu mkaka, zitayima ngati miyala yamtengowapatali.
His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
13 Masaya ake ali ngati timinda ta mbewu zokometsera zakudya zopatsa fungo lokoma. Milomo yake ili ngati maluwa okongola amene akuchucha mure.
His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
14 Manja ake ali ngati ndodo zagolide zokongoletsedwa ndi miyala yamtengowapatali. Thupi lake ndi losalala ngati mnyanga wanjovu woyikamo miyala ya safiro.
His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
15 Miyendo yake ili ngati mizati yamwala, yokhazikika pa maziko a golide. Maonekedwe ake ali ngati Lebanoni, abwino kwambiri ngati mkungudza.
His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
16 Milomo yake ndi yosangalatsa kwambiri; munthuyo ndi wokongola kwambiri! Uyu ndiye wachikondi wanga ndi bwenzi langa, inu akazi a ku Yerusalemu.
His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
