Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
Ngililuba laseSharoni, imbali yasezigodini.
2 As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
Njengembali phakathi kwameva sinjalo isithandwa sami phakathi kwezintombi.
3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
Njengesihlahla se-aphula phakathi kwezihlahla zeganga sinjalo isithandwa sami phakathi kwamajaha. Kumnandi kimi ukuhlala emthunzini waso, lezithelo zakhe ziyahlabusa kimi.
4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
Useke wangisa endlini yedili, lophawu lwakhe kimi luthando.
5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
Ngiqinisani ngamavini awonyisiweyo, lingivuselele ngama-aphula, ngoba sengiyathiswa luthando.
6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
Ingalo yakhe yobunxele ngiyiqamele, kuthi ingalo yakhe yokunene ingigonile.
7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
Madodakazi aseJerusalema, ngiyaliqonqosela ngezimpala langezimpalakazi zeganga. Lingalunyakazisi loba liluvuse uthando luze luzifunele lona.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
Zwanini! Yisithandwa sami! Khangelani! Nansi siyeza, siseqa ezintabeni siqolotsha emaqaqeni.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
Isithandwa sami sinjengempala loba ithole lomziki. Khangela! Nansiyana simi ngale komduli wakwethu, sikhangele sibona emawindini, silunguza ngezimbotshana.
10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Isithandwa sami sakhuluma sathi kimi, “Sukuma, sithandwa sami, wena omuhle, woza sihambe.
11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
Khangela! Ubusika sebudlulile; isikhathi sezulu sesidlule.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
Amaluba asebonakala emangweni; isikhathi sokuhlabelela kwezinyoni sesifikile, ukukhala kwamajuba sekuzwakala elizweni lakithi.
13 The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
Umkhiwa usuthela izithelo zawo zakuqala; amavini aqhakazayo aseletha iphunga elimnandi. Sukuma, woza sithandwa sami; wena omuhle wami, woza sihambe.”
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Juba lami elisezingoxweni zedwala, ekusithekeni kwamawa entaba, akungitshengise ubuso bakho, akungizwise ilizwi lakho; ngoba limnandi ilizwi lakho, lobuso bakho buyabukeka.
15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
Sibambeleni amakhanka, amakhanka amancinyane onayo ezivinini, izivini zethu esezithela.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
Isithandwa sami ngesami lami ngingowakhe; uzithokozisa ngoba phakathi kwamaluba.
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
Akuze kube emadabukakusa lapho kunyamalala khona izithunzi, phenduka sithandwa sami, ube njengempala loba njengegogo elisengumntwana phezu kwezintaba ezilamakhelekethe.
