Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
Iwe namwali waufumu, mapazi ako ngokongola mu nsapato wavalazo! Ntchafu zako nʼzowumbika bwino ngati miyala yamtengowapatali, ntchito ya manja ya mmisiri waluso.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
Mchombo wako uli ngati chikho chowumbika bwino chimene nthawi zonse ndi chodzaza ndi vinyo. Chiwuno chako ndi choningʼa ngati mtolo wa tirigu utazunguliridwa ndi maluwa okongola.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Mawere ako akuoneka ngati ana awiri a mbawala, ngati mphoyo zamapasa.
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
Khosi lako lili see! ngati nsanja ya mnyanga wa njovu. Maso ako ali ngati mayiwe a ku Hesiboni, amene ali pafupi ndi chipata cha Bati Rabimu. Mphuno yako ili ngati nsanja ya ku Lebanoni, yoyangʼana ku Damasiko.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
Mutu wako uli bwinobwino nengʼaa ngati phiri la Karimeli. Tsitsi lako lili ngati nsalu yakuda yaufumu; mfumu yakopeka ndi maonekedwe ake okongola.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
Ndiwe wokongola kwambiri ndiponso wosangalatsa, iwe wokondedwa, namwali wokondweretsawe!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
Msinkhu wako uli ngati mtengo wa mgwalangwa, ndipo mawere ako ali ngati phava la zipatso.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
Ndinati, “Ndikwera mtengo wa mgwalangwa; ndidzathyola zipatso zake.” Mawere ako ali ngati maphava a mphesa, fungo la mpweya wako lili ngati ma apulosi,
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
ndipo pakamwa pako pali ngati vinyo wokoma kwambiri. Mkazi Tsono vinyo ameneyu amuthirire wachikondi wanga, ayenderere bwino pa milomo yake ndi mano ake.
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
Wokondedwayo ine ndine wake, ndipo chilakolako chake chili pa ine.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
Bwera wachikondi wanga, tiye tipite ku madera a ku midzi, tikagone ku midzi.
12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
Tiye tilawirire mmamawa kupita ku minda ya mpesa, tikaone ngati mitengo ya mpesa yayamba kuphukira, ngati maluwa ake ayamba kuoneka, komanso ngati makangadza ayamba kuonetsa maluwa. Kumeneko ndidzakuonetsa chikondi changa.
13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
Mitengo ya mankhwala a chisulo ikupereka fungo lake labwino, ndipo pa khomo pathu pali zipatso zonse zokoma, zatsopano ndi zakale zomwe, zimene ndakusungira wokondedwa wanga.
