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.
I have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
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 am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.”
3 Ndavula kale zovala zanga, kodi ndizivalenso? Ndasamba kale mapazi anga kodi ndiwadetsenso?
I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
4 Bwenzi langa anapisa dzanja lake pa chibowo cha pa chitseko; mtima wanga unagunda chifukwa cha iye.
My beloved sent his hand from the network, And my bowels were moved for him.
5 Ndinanyamuka kukamutsekulira wachikondi wangayo, ndipo manja anga anali noninoni ndi mure, zala zanga zinali mure chuchuchu, pa zogwirira za chotsekera.
I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
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 to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, 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 watchmen who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
8 Inu akazi a ku Yerusalemu ndithu ndikukupemphani, mukapeza wokondedwa wangayo, kodi mudzamuwuza chiyani? Muwuzeni kuti ine ndadwala nacho chikondi.
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick 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 [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured us?
10 Wokondedwa wangayo ndi wowala kwambiri ndi wathanzi pakati pa anthu 1,000.
My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
11 Mutu wake ndi golide woyengeka bwino; tsitsi lake ndi lopotanapotana, ndiponso lakuda bwino ngati khwangwala.
His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark 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 by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
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 a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] 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 rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
15 Miyendo yake ili ngati mizati yamwala, yokhazikika pa maziko a golide. Maonekedwe ake ali ngati Lebanoni, abwino kwambiri ngati mkungudza.
His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice 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 mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
