Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a meadow flower 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 young women.
Kama yungiyungi katikati ya miiba ndivyo alivyo mpenzi wangu katikati ya wanawali.
3 As an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I sit down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit is 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 house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
Amenichukua mpaka kwenye ukumbi wa karamu, na bendera ya huyu mwanaume juu yangu ni upendo.
5 Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots, for I am weak with love.
Nitie nguvu kwa zabibu kavu, niburudishe kwa matofaa, kwa maana ninazimia kwa mapenzi.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
Mkono wake wa kushoto uko chini ya kichwa changu, na mkono wake wa kuume unanikumbatia.
7 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the fields, that you will not awaken or arouse love until she pleases.
Binti za Yerusalemu, ninawaagiza kwa paa na kwa ayala wa shambani: Msichochee wala kuamsha mapenzi hata yatakapotaka yenyewe.
8 There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping over 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 stag; look, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering 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 to me and said, “Arise, my love; My beautiful one, come away with me.
Mpenzi wangu alizungumza na kuniambia, “Inuka, mpenzi wangu, mrembo wangu, tufuatane.
11 Look, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
Tazama! Wakati wa masika umepita, mvua imekwisha na ikapita.
12 The flowers have appeared in the land; the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, and the sound of the doves 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, and the vines are in blossom; they give off 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 secret clefts of the mountain crags, 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 the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil vineyards, for our vineyard is 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 grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
Mpenzi wangu ni wangu, nami ni wake, yeye hujilisha katikati ya yungiyungi.
17 Go away, my beloved, before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away. Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
Mpaka jua linapochomoza, na vivuli vikimbie, rudi, mpenzi wangu, na uwe kama paa, au kama ayala kijana juu ya vilima vya Betheri.
