Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.
Ndiwe wokongoladi wokondedwa wanga! Ndithudi, ndiwe wokongola! Maso ako ali ngati nkhunda kumbuyo kwa nsalu yophimba kumutu. Tsitsi lako lili ngati gulu la mbuzi zikutsetsereka kuchokera ku Giliyadi.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
Mano ako ali ngati gulu la nkhosa zomwe zangometedwa kumene, zochokera kozisambitsa kumene. Iliyonse ili ndi ana amapasa; palibe imene ili yokha.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
Milomo yako ili ngati mbota yofiira; pakamwa pako ndi pokongola kwambiri. Kukhalira kumbuyo kwa nsalu yako yophimba kumutuyo, masaya ako akuoneka ngati mabandu a makangadza.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
Khosi lako lili ngati nsanja ya Davide, yomangidwa bwino ndi yosalala; pa nsanja imeneyo pali zishango 1,000, zishango zonsezo za anthu ankhondo.
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
Mawere ako ali ngati tiana tiwiri ta nswala, ngati ana amapasa a nswala amene akudya pakati pa maluwa okongola.
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Kamphepo kamadzulo kakayamba kuwuzira ndipo mithunzi ikayamba kuthawa, ndidzapita ku phiri la mure ndi ku chitunda cha lubani.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
Ndiwe wokongola kwambiri wokondedwa wanga; palibe chilema pa iwe.
8 [Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from Lebanon, — Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
Tiye tichoke ku Lebanoni iwe mkwatibwi wanga, tiye tichoke ku Lebanoni, utsikepo pa msonga ya Amana, kuchoka pa msonga ya phiri la Seniri, pamwamba penipeni pa Herimoni, kuchoka ku mapanga a mikango ndiponso kumapiri kumene akambuku amavutitsa.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Iwe mlongo wanga, mkwatibwi wanga, wanditenga mtima, iwe wanditenga mtima ndi kapenyedwe ka maso ako, ndiponso ndi umodzi mwa mikanda ya mʼkhosi mwako.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
Iwe mlongo wanga, mkwatibwi wanga, chikondi chako nʼchosangalatsa! Chikondi chako nʼchosangalatsa kwambiri kupambana vinyo, ndiponso fungo la mafuta ako ndi lopambana zonunkhiritsa zonse!
11 Thy lips, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Iwe mkwatibwi wanga, milomo yako ikuchucha uchi ngati chisa cha njuchi; pansi pa lilime lako pali mkaka ndi uchi. Fungo lonunkhira la zovala zako likumveka ngati fungo la ku Lebanoni.
12 A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Iwe mlongo wanga, mkwatibwi wanga, ndiwe munda wopiringidzidwa; ndiwe kasupe wotchingidwa, chitsime chotetezedwa.
13 Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
Zomera zako ndi munda wa zipatso za makangadza; muli zipatso zokoma kwambiri, muli hena ndi nadi,
14 Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
nadi ndi safiro, kalamusi ndi sinamoni, komanso mtengo uliwonse wonunkhira bwino. Mulinso mure ndi aloe ndi zonunkhiritsa zonse zabwino kwambiri.
15 A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.
Iwe ndiwe kasupe wa mʼmunda, chitsime cha madzi oyenda, mtsinje wa madzi ochokera ku Lebanoni.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.
Dzuka, iwe mphepo yakumpoto, ndipo bwera, iwe mphepo yakummwera! Uzira pa munda wanga, kuti fungo lake lonunkhira lifalikire ponseponse. Bwenzi langa alowe mʼmunda mwake ndi kudya zipatso zake zabwino kwambiri.
