Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
Mimi ni ua la Sharoni, yungiyungi ya bondeni.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Kama yungiyungi katikati ya miiba ndivyo alivyo mpenzi wangu katikati ya wanawali.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
Kama mti wa mtofaa miongoni mwa miti ya msituni ndivyo alivyo mpenzi wangu miongoni mwa wanaume vijana. Ninafurahia kuketi kivulini mwa mwanaume huyu, na tunda lake ni tamu kwangu.
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
Amenichukua mpaka kwenye ukumbi wa karamu, na bendera ya huyu mwanaume juu yangu ni upendo.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
Nitie nguvu kwa zabibu kavu, niburudishe kwa matofaa, kwa maana ninazimia kwa mapenzi.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Mkono wake wa kushoto uko chini ya kichwa changu, na mkono wake wa kuume unanikumbatia.
7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
Binti za Yerusalemu, ninawaagiza kwa paa na kwa ayala wa shambani: Msichochee wala kuamsha mapenzi hata yatakapotaka yenyewe.
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Sikiliza! Mpenzi wangu! Tazama! Huyu hapa anakuja, akirukaruka juu milimani akizunguka juu ya vilima.
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
Mpenzi wangu ni kama paa au ayala kijana. Tazama! Anasimama nyuma ya ukuta wetu, akitazama kupitia madirishani, akichungulia kimiani.
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
Mpenzi wangu alizungumza na kuniambia, “Inuka, mpenzi wangu, mrembo wangu, tufuatane.
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
Tazama! Wakati wa masika umepita, mvua imekwisha na ikapita.
12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
Maua yanatokea juu ya nchi; majira ya kuimba yamewadia, sauti za njiwa zinasikika katika nchi yetu.
13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
Mtini unatunga matunda yake ya mwanzoni, zabibu zinazochanua zaeneza harufu nzuri. Inuka, njoo mpenzi wangu. Mrembo wangu, tufuatane.”
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
Hua wangu penye nyufa za majabali, mafichoni pembezoni mwa mlima, nionyeshe uso wako, na niisikie sauti yako, kwa maana sauti yako ni tamu, na uso wako unapendeza.
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
Tukamatie mbweha, mbweha wale wadogo wanaoharibu mashamba ya mizabibu, mashamba yetu ya mizabibu yaliyochanua.
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
Mpenzi wangu ni wangu, nami ni wake, yeye hujilisha katikati ya yungiyungi.
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Mpaka jua linapochomoza, na vivuli vikimbie, rudi, mpenzi wangu, na uwe kama paa, au kama ayala kijana juu ya vilima vya Betheri.
