Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni:
2 Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
Ngaanditsvode hake nokutsvoda kwomuromo wake. Nokuti rudo rwako runofadza kupfuura waini.
3 Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
Kunhuhwirira kwamafuta enyu kunofadza; zita renyu rakafanana namafuta anonhuwirira adururwa. Hazvishamisi kuti mhandara dzinokudai!
4 Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.
Nditorei muende neni, ngatikurumidzei. Mambo ngaandipinze mudzimba dzake dzomukati. Shamwari Tinokupembererai uye tinokufarirai; ticharumbidza rudo rwenyu kupfuura waini. Mukadzi Regai zvenyu mhandara dzikudei!
5 I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Kusviba ndakasviba zvangu, asi ndakanaka hangu, vanasikana veJerusarema, ndakasviba samatende eKedhari, sezvidzitiro zvetende raSoromoni.
6 Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.
Musanditarisisa nokuda kwoutema hwangu, nokuti ndakasvibiswa nezuva. Vanakomana vamai vangu vakanditsamwira vakandiita kuti ndichengete minda yemizambiringa; munda wangu chaiwo wemizambiringa ndakaushayira nguva.
7 Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
Ndiudze, iwe mudiwa wangu, kwaunofudzira makwai ako nokwaunozorodzera makwai ako masikati. Ko, ndichaitirei somukadzi akafukidza chiso chake pedyo namakwai eshamwari dzako?
8 If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.
Kana usingazivi, iwe mukadzi akanaka kukunda vamwe, chitevera makwara amakwai ugondofudzira mbudzana dzako pedyo namatende avafudzi.
9 I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
Ndinokufananidza, iwe mudiwa wangu, nebhiza rakasungwa pane imwe yengoro dzaFaro.
10 Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
Matama ako akashongedzwa zvakanaka nemhete, mutsipa wako nezvuma zvamatombo anokosha.
11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
Tichakugadzirira mhete dzenzeve dzegoridhe nesirivha.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
Mambo paakanga agere patafura yake, munhuwi wamafuta andainge ndazora wakapararira.
13 As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
Mudiwa wangu, kwandiri akaita sakahomwe kemura kanogara pakati pamazamu angu.
14 My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
Mudiwa wangu, kwandiri akaita sesumbu ramaruva machena anobva mubindu remizambiringa yeEni Gedhi.
15 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
Kunaka here kwawakaita uku, mudiwa wangu! A-a, wakazonaka! Meso ako injiva chaidzo!
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
Wakanaka sei, mudiwa wangu! A-a, unofadza! Uye mubhedha wedu wakasvibira.
17 Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
Nhungo dzeimba yedu ndedzomusidhari; mbariro dzacho ndedzomupaini.
