Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Ngililuba laseSharoni, imbali yasezigodini.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Njengembali phakathi kwameva sinjalo isithandwa sami phakathi kwezintombi.
3 As an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was 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 banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
Useke wangisa endlini yedili, lophawu lwakhe kimi luthando.
5 'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
Ngiqinisani ngamavini awonyisiweyo, lingivuselele ngama-aphula, ngoba sengiyathiswa luthando.
6 Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me.
Ingalo yakhe yobunxele ngiyiqamele, kuthi ingalo yakhe yokunene ingigonile.
7 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
Madodakazi aseJerusalema, ngiyaliqonqosela ngezimpala langezimpalakazi zeganga. Lingalunyakazisi loba liluvuse uthando luze luzifunele lona.
8 Hark! 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, he peereth through the lattice.
Isithandwa sami sinjengempala loba ithole lomziki. Khangela! Nansiyana simi ngale komduli wakwethu, sikhangele sibona emawindini, silunguza ngezimbotshana.
10 My beloved spoke, 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, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and 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 is heard in our land;
Amaluba asebonakala emangweni; isikhathi sokuhlabelela kwezinyoni sesifikile, ukukhala kwamajuba sekuzwakala elizweni lakithi.
13 The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom 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 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, 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 blossom.'
Sibambeleni amakhanka, amakhanka amancinyane onayo ezivinini, izivini zethu esezithela.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.
Isithandwa sami ngesami lami ngingowakhe; uzithokozisa ngoba phakathi kwamaluba.
17 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Akuze kube emadabukakusa lapho kunyamalala khona izithunzi, phenduka sithandwa sami, ube njengempala loba njengegogo elisengumntwana phezu kwezintaba ezilamakhelekethe.
