Song of Solomon 2
1 I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
Ndiri ruva reSharoni, ruva romumipata.
2 Just as a lily stands out among the brambles, so you, my darling, stand out among other women.
Seruva riri pakati peminzwa, ndizvo zvakaita mudiwa wangu pakati pemhandara.
3 My love is like an apple tree among the forest trees, compared to other young men. I love to sit down in his shade and his fruit tastes sweet to me.
Somuti womuapuro pakati pemiti yesango, ndizvo zvawakaita mudiwa wangu pakati pamajaya. Ndinofarira kugara mumumvuri wake, uye muchero wake unondinakira kuudya.
4 He took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.
Akaenda neni kuimba yamabiko, uye mureza wake pamusoro pangu ndirwo rudo.
5 Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!
Ndisimbise namazambiringa akaomeswa, ndisimbise namaapuro; nokuti ndoziya norudo.
6 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
Ruoko rwake rworuboshwe rwuri pasi pomusoro wangu, uye ruoko rwake rworudyi rwakandimbundikira.
7 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me by the gazelles or the wild deer that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
Imi vanasikana veJerusarema ndinokupikirai nemhara uye nenondo dzesango: Musazunguza kana kumutsa rudo kusvikira irwo rwada rwoga.
8 Listen! I hear the voice of my love! Look! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping over the hills—
Inzwai! Inzwi romudiwa wangu! Tarirai! Hoyo ouya achiuruka nomumakomo, achikwakuka nomuzvikomo.
9 my love is like a gazelle or a young deer! Look, he's there, standing behind our wall, looking through the window, peering through the screen.
Mudiwa wangu akafanana nemhara kana netsvana yenondo. Tarirai! Hoyo amira seri kworusvingo rwedu, akatarira napamawindo achidongorera napamaburi apamawindo.
10 My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!
Mudiwa wangu akataura kwandiri akati, “Simuka, mudiwa wangu, iwe munakunaku wangu, uya tiende tose.
11 Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.
Tarira! Nguva yechando yapera; mvura yapera; uye haichanayi.
12 Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.
Maruva oonekwa panyika; nguva yokuimba yasvika, kurira kwenjiva kwonzwikwa munyika yedu.
13 Fig trees start producing ripe fruit, while grape vines blossom, giving off their fragrance. Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me!”
Muonde wobereka michero yawo yokutanga; uye mizambiringa yotunga maruva ayo anonhuhwira kwazvo. Simuka, uya, mudiwa wangu; munakunaku wangu, uya tiende tose.”
14 My dove is out of sight in the crevices of the rock, in the hiding places of the cliff. Please let me see you! Let me hear you! For you speak so sweetly, and you look so beautiful!
Njiva yangu iri mumikaha yedombo, munzvimbo dzokuvanda mumativi egomo, ndiratidze chiso chako, ndinoda kunzwa inzwi rako; nokuti inzwi rako rinotapira, uye chiso chako chinoyevedza.
15 Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!
Tibatirei makava, ivo vana vemakava anoparadza minda yemizambiringa, iyo mizambiringa yedu yotunga maruva.
16 My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds among the lilies,
Mudiwa wangu ndewangu uye ndiri wake; anofamba-famba pakati pamaruva omubani.
17 until the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear. Come back to me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the split mountains.
Kusvikira zuva rabuda uye mimvuri yatiza, pinduka, mudiwa, ubve waita semhara kana tsvana pamusoro pezvikomo.
