Song of Solomon 4
1 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, lo, thou [art] fair, Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone 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 Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not 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 As a thread of scarlet [are] thy lips, And thy speech [is] comely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy 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 As the tower of David [is] thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
Khosi lako lili ngati nsanja ya Davide, yomangidwa bwino ndi yosalala; pa nsanja imeneyo pali zishango 1,000, zishango zonsezo za anthu ankhondo.
5 Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
Mawere ako ali ngati tiana tiwiri ta nswala, ngati ana amapasa a nswala amene akudya pakati pa maluwa okongola.
6 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.
Kamphepo kamadzulo kakayamba kuwuzira ndipo mithunzi ikayamba kuthawa, ndidzapita ku phiri la mure ndi ku chitunda cha lubani.
7 Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
Ndiwe wokongola kwambiri wokondedwa wanga; palibe chilema pa iwe.
8 Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of 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 Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy 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 wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all 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 Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments [Is] as the fragrance 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 garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up — a fountain sealed.
Iwe mlongo wanga, mkwatibwi wanga, ndiwe munda wopiringidzidwa; ndiwe kasupe wotchingidwa, chitsime chotetezedwa.
13 Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
Zomera zako ndi munda wa zipatso za makangadza; muli zipatso zokoma kwambiri, muli hena ndi nadi,
14 Cypresses with nard — nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.
nadi ndi safiro, kalamusi ndi sinamoni, komanso mtengo uliwonse wonunkhira bwino. Mulinso mure ndi aloe ndi zonunkhiritsa zonse zabwino kwambiri.
15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
Iwe ndiwe kasupe wa mʼmunda, chitsime cha madzi oyenda, mtsinje wa madzi ochokera ku Lebanoni.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant 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.
