Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
Khangela, umuhle, mthandwa wami, khangela, umuhle. Amehlo akho angawamajuba ngaphakathi kweveyili lakho; inwele zakho zinjengomhlambi wembuzi zisehla entabeni iGileyadi.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Amazinyo akho anjengomhlambi wezimvukazi ezigundiweyo, ezikhuphuka ekugezisweni, okuthi zonke zazo zizele amaphahla, njalo kungekho efelwayo phakathi kwazo.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Indebe zakho zinjengentambo ebomvu, lenkulumo yakho yinhle. Inhlafuno zakho phakathi kweveyili lakho zinjengocezu lwepomegranati.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
Intamo yakho injengomphotshongo kaDavida owakhiwe waba yindlu yezikhali, okulenga kuwo amahawu ayinkulungwane, wonke ayizihlangu zamaqhawe.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
Amabele akho womabili anjengabantwana ababili bomziki, abangamaphahla empala, abadla phakathi kwemiduze.
6 Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Kuze kube semadabukakusa, lamathunzi abaleke, mina ngizakuya entabeni yemure, leqaqeni lwempepha.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
Wena wonke umuhle, mthandwa wami, kakukho sici kuwe.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Woza lami sisuke eLebhanoni, makoti wami, lami sisuke eLebhanoni. Khangela usengqongeni yeAmana, engqongeni yeSeniri leyeHermoni, ezimbalwini zezilwane, entabeni zezingwe.
9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
Uyithumbile inhliziyo yami, dadewethu, makoti, uyithumbile inhliziyo yami ngelinye lamehlo akho, ngesigqizo esisodwa sentamo yakho.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
Luhle kangakanani uthando lwakho, dadewethu, makoti! Lungcono kangakanani uthando lwakho kulewayini, lephunga lamagcobo akho kulamakha wonke.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
Indebe zakho, makoti, zithonta njengohlanga loluju; uluju lochago kungaphansi kolimi lwakho, lephunga lezembatho zakho linjengephunga leLebhanoni.
12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Uyisivande esikhiyiweyo, dadewethu, makoti, umthombo okhiyiweyo, isiphethu esinanyekwe ngophawu.
13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
Amahlumela akho ayisivande samapomegranati, lezithelo ezimnandi, ihena lenadi,
14 with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
inadi lesafroni, ikhalamu lekinamoni, lezihlahla zonke zempepha, imure lenhlaba, lamakha wonke aqakathekileyo;
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
umthombo wezivande, umgodi wamanzi aphilayo, lezifula ezivela eLebhanoni.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
Vuka, moya wenyakatho, uze lawe, moya weningizimu, uphephethe esivandeni sami ukuze amakha aso ageleze aphume. Kasize isithandwa sami esivandeni saso, sidle izithelo zaso ezimnandi.
