Song of Solomon 4
1 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Ndiwe wokongoladi wokondedwa wanga! Ndithudi, ndiwe wokongola! Maso ako ali ngati nkhunda kumbuyo kwa nsalu yophimba kumutu. Tsitsi lako lili ngati gulu la mbuzi zikutsetsereka kuchokera ku Giliyadi.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Mano ako ali ngati gulu la nkhosa zomwe zangometedwa kumene, zochokera kozisambitsa kumene. Iliyonse ili ndi ana amapasa; palibe imene ili yokha.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Milomo yako ili ngati mbota yofiira; pakamwa pako ndi pokongola kwambiri. Kukhalira kumbuyo kwa nsalu yako yophimba kumutuyo, masaya ako akuoneka ngati mabandu a makangadza.
4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Khosi lako lili ngati nsanja ya Davide, yomangidwa bwino ndi yosalala; pa nsanja imeneyo pali zishango 1,000, zishango zonsezo za anthu ankhondo.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
Mawere ako ali ngati tiana tiwiri ta nswala, ngati ana amapasa a nswala amene akudya pakati pa maluwa okongola.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Kamphepo kamadzulo kakayamba kuwuzira ndipo mithunzi ikayamba kuthawa, ndidzapita ku phiri la mure ndi ku chitunda cha lubani.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Ndiwe wokongola kwambiri wokondedwa wanga; palibe chilema pa iwe.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Tiye tichoke ku Lebanoni iwe mkwatibwi wanga, tiye tichoke ku Lebanoni, utsikepo pa msonga ya Amana, kuchoka pa msonga ya phiri la Seniri, pamwamba penipeni pa Herimoni, kuchoka ku mapanga a mikango ndiponso kumapiri kumene akambuku amavutitsa.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Iwe mlongo wanga, mkwatibwi wanga, wanditenga mtima, iwe wanditenga mtima ndi kapenyedwe ka maso ako, ndiponso ndi umodzi mwa mikanda ya mʼkhosi mwako.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.
Iwe mlongo wanga, mkwatibwi wanga, chikondi chako nʼchosangalatsa! Chikondi chako nʼchosangalatsa kwambiri kupambana vinyo, ndiponso fungo la mafuta ako ndi lopambana zonunkhiritsa zonse!
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Iwe mkwatibwi wanga, milomo yako ikuchucha uchi ngati chisa cha njuchi; pansi pa lilime lako pali mkaka ndi uchi. Fungo lonunkhira la zovala zako likumveka ngati fungo la ku Lebanoni.
12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Iwe mlongo wanga, mkwatibwi wanga, ndiwe munda wopiringidzidwa; ndiwe kasupe wotchingidwa, chitsime chotetezedwa.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
Zomera zako ndi munda wa zipatso za makangadza; muli zipatso zokoma kwambiri, muli hena ndi nadi,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
nadi ndi safiro, kalamusi ndi sinamoni, komanso mtengo uliwonse wonunkhira bwino. Mulinso mure ndi aloe ndi zonunkhiritsa zonse zabwino kwambiri.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Iwe ndiwe kasupe wa mʼmunda, chitsime cha madzi oyenda, mtsinje wa madzi ochokera ku Lebanoni.
16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Dzuka, iwe mphepo yakumpoto, ndipo bwera, iwe mphepo yakummwera! Uzira pa munda wanga, kuti fungo lake lonunkhira lifalikire ponseponse. Bwenzi langa alowe mʼmunda mwake ndi kudya zipatso zake zabwino kwambiri.
