Rwĩmbo 1
1 Rũrũ nĩruo rwĩmbo rwa Solomoni rũrĩa rwega gũkĩra nyĩmbo ciothe.
The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
2 Ta nĩamumunye na mamumunya ma kanua gake: nĩ ũndũ wendo waku nĩ mwega gũkĩra ndibei.
Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
3 Mũtararĩko wa maguta macio wĩhakĩte nĩ mwega; rĩĩtwa rĩaku no ta mũtararĩko wa maguta manungi wega magĩitanĩrĩrio. Na nokĩo wendetwo nĩ airĩtu!
For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
4 Ndũkandige, nĩtũthiĩ nawe; reke twĩhĩke! Mũthamaki nĩandoonyie nyũmba ciake cia thĩinĩ. Arata Tũgũcanjamũka na tũkene nĩ ũndũ waku; tũrĩkumagia wendo waku gũkĩra ndibei. Mwendwa Kaĩ marĩ na kĩhooto gĩa gũkwenda-ĩ!
Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
5 Niĩ ndĩ mũirũ, no ndĩ mũthaka, inyuĩ aarĩ a Jerusalemu, njirĩte o ta hema cia Kedari, ngaagĩra o ta itambaya cia gũcuuria hema cia Solomoni.
Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
6 Tigai kũndora nĩ ũndũ ndĩ mũirũ, tondũ njirĩte nĩ kũhĩa nĩ riũa. Ariũ a maitũ nĩmandakarĩire, makĩndua mũrori wa mĩgũnda ya mĩthabibũ; no mũgũnda wakwa wa mĩthabibũ nĩndĩũrekereirie.
Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.
7 Atĩrĩrĩ, wee nyendete, ta njĩra harĩa ũrarĩithĩria rũũru rwaku rwa mbũri, njĩĩra harĩa ũkwarahia ngʼondu ciaku mĩaraho. Ingĩikara atĩa ta mũtumia mũhumbe maitho ndũũru-inĩ cia arata aku?
Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
8 We mũthaka kũrĩ andũ-a-nja othe, akorwo ndũũĩ-rĩ, umagara ũrũmĩrĩre makinya ma ngʼondu, ũkarĩithĩrie tũũri twaku hakuhĩ na hema cia arĩithi.
If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
9 Wee, mwendwa wakwa-rĩ, ngũgerekanagia na mbarathi ya mũgoma yohereirwo ngaari ĩmwe ya ngaari cia ita rĩa Firaũni.
To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10 Makai maku-rĩ, mathakarĩirwo mũno nĩ icũhĩ cia matũ, nayo ngingo yaku ĩkaagĩrĩrwo nĩ mĩgathĩ ya tũhiga twa goro.
Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11 Tũgũgũthondekera icũhĩ cia matũ cia thahabu, ciohanĩtio na tũbungo twa betha.
Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
12 Rĩrĩa mũthamaki aarĩ metha-inĩ yake-rĩ, maguta makwa manungi wega maiyũrĩtie mũtararĩko wamo kũu.
While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
13 Mwendwa wakwa harĩ niĩ-rĩ, ahaana ta koohe ka manemane gakomeire gatagatĩ ka nyondo ciakwa.
A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14 Mwendwa wakwa harĩ niĩ-rĩ, nĩ ta kamanja ka mahũa ma mũhanuni kuuma mĩgũnda-inĩ ya mĩthabibũ ya Eni-Gedi.
A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15 Hĩ! Kaĩ wee mwendwa wakwa ũkĩrĩ mũthaka-ĩ! Hĩ, ti-itherũ ũrĩ mũthaka! Maitho maku magĩrĩte o ta ma ndutura.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
16 Hĩ! Kaĩ wee mwendwa wakwa ũkĩrĩ mũthaka-ĩ! Kaĩ ũkĩrĩ wa kwendeka-ĩ! Na ũrĩrĩ witũ nĩ ta nyeki ĩrĩa nduru.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
17 Mĩratho ya nyũmba iitũ nĩ ya mĩtarakwa; nayo mĩitĩrĩro yayo nĩ ya mĩkarakaba.
The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
