Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends. Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
Sengingenile esivandeni sami, dadewethu, mlobokazi wami; sengiyibuthile imure yami lesiyoliso sami. Sengizidlile inhlanga zami loluju lwami; sengiyinathile iwayini yami lochago lwami. Abangane Dlanini, bangane, linathe; nathani lizidele, lina zithandani.
2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night."
Ngalala kodwa inhliziyo yami ivukile. Zwana! Isithandwa sami siyaqoqoda: “Ngivulela, dadewethu, sithandwa sami, juba lami, wena ongelasiyinga. Ikhanda lami ligcwele amazolo, inwele zami zilobumanzi bobusuku.”
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
Sengisikhulule isigqoko sami ngisigqoke futhi na? Sengizigezile inyawo zami ngibuye ngizingcolise futhi na?
4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
Isithandwa sami sangenisa isandla saso embotsheni yomnyango; inhliziyo yami yagubhazela ifuna sona.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Ngavuka ngayasivulela isithandwa sami, izandla zami zijuluka imure, iminwe yami igeleza imure, phezu kwezibambo zekhiye.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
Ngasivulela isithandwa sami, kodwa isithandwa sami sasesisukile, sasesihambile. Inhliziyo yami yadangala ngoba sesihambile. Ngasithalaza kodwa ngasiswela. Ngasimemeza kodwa kasisabelanga.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
Abalindi bangibona ngesikhathi bebhodabhoda, behlola idolobho. Bangitshaya bangilimaza; bangihlubula bathatha ibhatshi lami, labobalindi bemiduli!
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
Lina madodakazi aseJerusalema, ngiyaliqonqosela nxa lisithola isithandwa sami lizasitshelani? Sitsheleni ukuthi mina sengiyathiswa luthando.
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
Isithandwa sakho singcono ngani kulezinye izithandwa wena omuhle okudlula bonke abesifazane? Singcono ngani isithandwa sakho kulezinye osungaze usiqonqosele kangaka?
10 My beloved is radiant and tan. The best among ten thousand.
Isithandwa sami siyakhazimula sincwaba, siyabonakala laphakathi kwezinkulungwane ezilitshumi.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
Ikhanda laso liligolide elicengwe kakhulu; inwele zaso ziyibulembu, zimnyama okwewabayi.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
Amehlo aso anjengamajuba esezifuleni ezilamanzi, agezwe ngochago, amiswa njengamatshe engcebo.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Izihlathi zaso zinjengendima yeziyoliso ezilephunga lamakha. Izindebe zaso zinjengezimbali, ziconsa imure.
14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
Izingalo zaso yimiqwayi yegolide elixutshwe ngekhrisolithe. Umzimba waso unjengophondo lwendlovu olulolongiweyo lwaceciswa ngamasafire.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Imilenze yaso yizinsika zelitshe eliqinileyo elibutshelezi elimiswe ezisekelweni zegolide elicengekileyo. Isithombo saso sinjengeLebhanoni, njengemisedari yakhona eyebanga laphezulu.
16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Umlomo waso uyibumnandi qobo lwabo; siyabukeka ngokupheleleyo. Lesi yiso isithandwa sami, yena umngane wami, we madodakazi aseJerusalema.
