Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
Iwe wokongola kuposa akazi onsewa, kodi wokondedwa wakoyo wapita kuti? Kodi wokondedwa wakoyo wakhotera njira iti kuti timufunefune pamodzi ndi iwe?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Wachikondi wanga watsikira ku munda kwake, ku timinda ta zokometsera zakudya, akukadyetsa ziweto zake ku minda, ndiponso akuthyola maluwa okongola.
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Wokondedwa wangayo ndine wake ndipo iyeyo ndi wangawanga; amadyetsa ziweto zake pakati pa maluwa okongola.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Ndiwe wokongola, bwenzi langa, ngati Tiriza, wokongola kwambiri ngati Yerusalemu, ndiwe woopsa ngati gulu lankhondo lonyamula mbendera.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
Usandipenyetsetse; pakuti maso ako amanditenga mtima. Tsitsi lako lili ngati gulu la mbuzi zikutsetsereka kuchokera ku Giliyadi.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Mano ako ali ngati gulu la nkhosa zimene zikubwera kuchokera kokazisambitsa, iliyonse ili ndi ana amapasa, palibe imene ili yokha.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Kukhalira kumbuyo kwa nsalu yako yophimba kumutu, masaya ako ali ngati mabandu a makangadza.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Ngakhale patakhala akazi a mfumu 60, ndi azikazi 80, ndi anamwali osawerengeka;
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
koma nkhunda yanga, wangwiro wanga ndi wosiyana ndi wina aliyense; mwana wamkazi yekhayo wa amayi ake, mwana wapamtima wa amene anamubereka. Anamwali anamuona ndipo anamutcha wodala; akazi a mfumu ndi azikazi anamutamanda.
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
Ndani uyu akuoneka ngati mʼbandakucha, wokongola ngati mwezi, wowala ngati dzuwa, wochititsa mantha ngati gulu la ankhondo mbendera zili mʼmanja?
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
Ndinatsikira ku munda wa mitengo ya alimondi kukayangʼana zomera zatsopano ku chigwa, kukaona ngati mpesa waphukira kapena ngati makangadza ali ndi maluwa.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
Ndisanazindikire kanthu, ndinakhala ngati ndikulota kuti ndili mʼgaleta pambali pa mfumu yanga.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Bwerera, bwerera iwe namwali wa ku Sulami; bwerera, bwerera kuti ife tidzakupenyetsetse iwe! Mwamuna Chifukwa chiyani mukufuna kudzapenyetsetsa ine mwana wamkazi wa ku Sulami, pamene ndikuvina pakati pa magulu awiri?
