Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Mimi ni ua la Sharoni, yungiyungi ya bondeni.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Kama yungiyungi katikati ya miiba ndivyo alivyo mpenzi wangu katikati ya wanawali.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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 banquet hall, 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 raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
Nitie nguvu kwa zabibu kavu, niburudishe kwa matofaa, kwa maana ninazimia kwa mapenzi.
6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
Mkono wake wa kushoto uko chini ya kichwa changu, na mkono wake wa kuume unanikumbatia.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Binti za Yerusalemu, ninawaagiza kwa paa na kwa ayala wa shambani: Msichochee wala kuamsha mapenzi hata yatakapotaka yenyewe.
8 The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Sikiliza! Mpenzi wangu! Tazama! Huyu hapa anakuja, akirukaruka juu milimani akizunguka juu ya vilima.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
Mpenzi wangu ni kama paa au ayala kijana. Tazama! Anasimama nyuma ya ukuta wetu, akitazama kupitia madirishani, akichungulia kimiani.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
Mpenzi wangu alizungumza na kuniambia, “Inuka, mpenzi wangu, mrembo wangu, tufuatane.
11 For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
Tazama! Wakati wa masika umepita, mvua imekwisha na ikapita.
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove 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 ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away."
Mtini unatunga matunda yake ya mwanzoni, zabibu zinazochanua zaeneza harufu nzuri. Inuka, njoo mpenzi wangu. Mrembo wangu, tufuatane.”
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
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 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Tukamatie mbweha, mbweha wale wadogo wanaoharibu mashamba ya mizabibu, mashamba yetu ya mizabibu yaliyochanua.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
Mpenzi wangu ni wangu, nami ni wake, yeye hujilisha katikati ya yungiyungi.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
Mpaka jua linapochomoza, na vivuli vikimbie, rudi, mpenzi wangu, na uwe kama paa, au kama ayala kijana juu ya vilima vya Betheri.
