Song of Solomon 4
1 Groom to Bride: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead.
Wakanaka sei, mudiwa wangu! A, wakazonaka! Meso ako uri mumumbure injiva chaidzo. Bvudzi rako rakaita sedanga rembudzi riri kuburuka kubva muGomo reGireadhi.
2 Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
Meno ako akafanana neboka ramakwai achangobva mukuveurwa, ari kubva kundoshambidzwa. Rimwe nerimwe riine rarakafanana naro, pasina rimwe riri roga zvaro.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.
Miromo yako yakafanana nomucheka mutsvuku; muromo wako wakaisvonaka. Zvavovo zvako zviri mumumbure wako zvakaita sezvikamu zviviri zvedamba.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
Mutsipa wako wakafanana neshongwe yaDhavhidhi yakavakwa zvinoyevedza. Mairi makaturikwa nhoo dzine chiuru, dzose dziri nhoo dzemhare.
5 Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.
Mazamu ako ari maviri akafanana netsvana mbiri dzemhara, mapatya emhara dzinofura pamwe chete pakati pemaruva.
6 Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Kusvikira zuva rabuda uye mimvuri yotiza, ndichaenda kugomo remura nokuchikomo chezvinonhuhwira.
7 You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.
Wakaisvonaka iwe, mudiwa wangu; mauri hamuna kana chinongo.
8 Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.
Ngatibvei tose kuRebhanoni, iwe mwenga wangu, ngatibvei tose kuRebhanoni. Buruka kubva pamusoro-soro peAmana, kubva pamusoro peSeniri, pamusoro-soro peHerimoni, kubva kumapako eshumba nokumakomo anofamba-famba mbada.
9 You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.
Watora mwoyo wangu hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu; wanditora mwoyo nokungondiringa kwawaita kamwe chete, uye nedombo rimwe rinokosha rechishongo chomutsipa wako.
10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.
Rudo rwako kwandiri runondifadza sei, hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu! Rudo rwako runofadza sei kukunda waini, uye kunhuhwira kwamafuta ako okuzora kunokunda zvose zvinonhuhwira.
11 Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.
Miromo yako inodonhesa zvinotapira sezinga rouchi, mwenga wangu; uchi nomukaka zviri pasi porurimi rwako. Kunhuhwira kwenguo dzako kwakafanana nokweRebhanoni.
12 An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.
Uri bindu rakapfigwa, hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu. Uri tsime rakakomberedzwa, nechitubu chakavakirirwa.
13 You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;
Miti yako ibindu ramatamba nemimwe michero yakaisvonaka, hena nenaridhi,
14 aromatic oil and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Lebanon; myrrh and aloe, with all the best ointments.
naridhi nesafuroni, karamusi, nesinamoni, nemiti yose inogadziriswa zvinonhuhwira nemura negavakava, uye nezvose zvinonhuhwira zvakanakisisa.
15 The fountain of the gardens is a well of living waters, which flow forcefully from Lebanon.
Uri chitubu chomubindu, tsime remvura inoerera, inoerera ichibva kuRebhanoni.
16 Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents.
Muka, iwe mhepo yokumusoro, uye uya iwe mhepo yezasi! Vhuvhuta napabindu rangu kuti kunhuhwirira kwezvirimo kuparadzirwe kwose kwose. Rega mudiwa wangu apinde mubindu rake, agoravira michero yaro yakaisvonaka, sepaanodira.
