Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
Dzakanaka sei tsoka dzako dzakapfekedzwa shangu, iwe mwanasikana womuchinda! Makumbo ako akanakisisa akaita sezvishongo, basa ramaoko emhizha.
2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
Guvhu rako rakatenderera somukombe unogara uine waini yakasanganiswa zvakanaka. Chiuno chako murwi wegorosi wakakomberedzwa namaruva.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
Mazamu ako akaita setsvana mbiri, mapatya emhara.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
Mutsipa wakaita seshongwe yakagadzirwa nenyanga dzenzou. Meso ako ndiwo madziva eHeshibhoni pasuo reBhati Rabhimi. Mhuno yako yakaita seshongwe yeRebhanoni yakatarisa kudivi reDhamasiko.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
Musoro wako unokushongedza nekorona seGomo reKarimeri. Bvudzi rako rakaita sezvirukwa zvomumba mamambo; mwoyo wamambo wakabatwa nokugadzirwa kwebvudzi rako.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
Wakanaka uye unofadza sei, iwe mudiwa nezvinofadza zvako!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
Chimiro chako chakaita somuti womuchindwe; uye mazamu ako samasumbu omuchero.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
Ndakati, “Ndichakwira muchindwi uyu, ndigobata muchero wawo.” Mazamu ako ngaaite samasumbu omuzambiringa, munhuwi wokufema kwako uite samaapuro,
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
muromo wako ugoita sewaini yakanakisisa. Mukadzi Waini ngaiendeswe kumudiwa wangu chaiko, igoyerera zvinyoronyoro, napamiromo yake nameno ake.
10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
Ini ndiri womudiwa wangu, uye iye anondishuva.
11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
Uya, mudiwa wangu, ngatiendei kumunda, tigozopedza usiku hwose kumaruwa.
12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
Ngatimukirei kuminda yemizambiringa tindoona kana mizambiringa yakabukira, uye kana maruva awo azaruka, uye kana mitamba yatumbuka yava namaruva, ikoko ndiko kwandichakupa rudo rwangu.
13 The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.
Miti yemidiwadiwa inopa kunhuhwira kwayo, uye pamusuo pedu pane zvinonaka zvose, zvose zvitsva nezvitsaru, zvandakachengetera iwe, mudiwa wangu.
