Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.—
Mimi ni ua la Sharoni, yungiyungi ya bondeni.
2 Like the lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the young maidens.—
Kama yungiyungi katikati ya miiba ndivyo alivyo mpenzi wangu katikati ya wanawali.
3 Like the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so is my friend among the young men: under his shadow do I ardently wish to sit, and his fruit is 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 to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
Amenichukua mpaka kwenye ukumbi wa karamu, na bendera ya huyu mwanaume juu yangu ni upendo.
5 Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
Nitie nguvu kwa zabibu kavu, niburudishe kwa matofaa, kwa maana ninazimia kwa mapenzi.
6 Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might embrace me.
Mkono wake wa kushoto uko chini ya kichwa changu, na mkono wake wa kuume unanikumbatia.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please [to come of itself].—
Binti za Yerusalemu, ninawaagiza kwa paa na kwa ayala wa shambani: Msichochee wala kuamsha mapenzi hata yatakapotaka yenyewe.
8 The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Sikiliza! Mpenzi wangu! Tazama! Huyu hapa anakuja, akirukaruka juu milimani akizunguka juu ya vilima.
9 My friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.
Mpenzi wangu ni kama paa au ayala kijana. Tazama! Anasimama nyuma ya ukuta wetu, akitazama kupitia madirishani, akichungulia kimiani.
10 My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
Mpenzi wangu alizungumza na kuniambia, “Inuka, mpenzi wangu, mrembo wangu, tufuatane.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.
Tazama! Wakati wa masika umepita, mvua imekwisha na ikapita.
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of the [birds'] singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove 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 perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a [pleasant] smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
Mtini unatunga matunda yake ya mwanzoni, zabibu zinazochanua zaeneza harufu nzuri. Inuka, njoo mpenzi wangu. Mrembo wangu, tufuatane.”
14 O my dove, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is 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 Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.
Tukamatie mbweha, mbweha wale wadogo wanaoharibu mashamba ya mizabibu, mashamba yetu ya mizabibu yaliyochanua.
16 My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth among the lilies.
Mpenzi wangu ni wangu, nami ni wake, yeye hujilisha katikati ya yungiyungi.
17 Until the day become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.
Mpaka jua linapochomoza, na vivuli vikimbie, rudi, mpenzi wangu, na uwe kama paa, au kama ayala kijana juu ya vilima vya Betheri.
