Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Iwe namwali waufumu, mapazi ako ngokongola mu nsapato wavalazo! Ntchafu zako nʼzowumbika bwino ngati miyala yamtengowapatali, ntchito ya manja ya mmisiri waluso.
2 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
Mchombo wako uli ngati chikho chowumbika bwino chimene nthawi zonse ndi chodzaza ndi vinyo. Chiwuno chako ndi choningʼa ngati mtolo wa tirigu utazunguliridwa ndi maluwa okongola.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
Mawere ako akuoneka ngati ana awiri a mbawala, ngati mphoyo zamapasa.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Khosi lako lili see! ngati nsanja ya mnyanga wa njovu. Maso ako ali ngati mayiwe a ku Hesiboni, amene ali pafupi ndi chipata cha Bati Rabimu. Mphuno yako ili ngati nsanja ya ku Lebanoni, yoyangʼana ku Damasiko.
5 Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
Mutu wako uli bwinobwino nengʼaa ngati phiri la Karimeli. Tsitsi lako lili ngati nsalu yakuda yaufumu; mfumu yakopeka ndi maonekedwe ake okongola.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
Ndiwe wokongola kwambiri ndiponso wosangalatsa, iwe wokondedwa, namwali wokondweretsawe!
7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
Msinkhu wako uli ngati mtengo wa mgwalangwa, ndipo mawere ako ali ngati phava la zipatso.
8 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
Ndinati, “Ndikwera mtengo wa mgwalangwa; ndidzathyola zipatso zake.” Mawere ako ali ngati maphava a mphesa, fungo la mpweya wako lili ngati ma apulosi,
9 Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
ndipo pakamwa pako pali ngati vinyo wokoma kwambiri. Mkazi Tsono vinyo ameneyu amuthirire wachikondi wanga, ayenderere bwino pa milomo yake ndi mano ake.
10 I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
Wokondedwayo ine ndine wake, ndipo chilakolako chake chili pa ine.
11 Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
Bwera wachikondi wanga, tiye tipite ku madera a ku midzi, tikagone ku midzi.
12 Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
Tiye tilawirire mmamawa kupita ku minda ya mpesa, tikaone ngati mitengo ya mpesa yayamba kuphukira, ngati maluwa ake ayamba kuoneka, komanso ngati makangadza ayamba kuonetsa maluwa. Kumeneko ndidzakuonetsa chikondi changa.
13 The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
Mitengo ya mankhwala a chisulo ikupereka fungo lake labwino, ndipo pa khomo pathu pali zipatso zonse zokoma, zatsopano ndi zakale zomwe, zimene ndakusungira wokondedwa wanga.
