Rwĩmbo 6
1 Wee mũthaka gũkĩra andũ-a-nja arĩa angĩ othe-rĩ, mwendwa waku athiĩte kũ? Mwendwa waku arorire na kũ, nĩguo tũmũcarie nawe?
So where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which direction did he go so we can look for him with you?
2 Mwendwa wakwa aikũrũkire mũgũnda-inĩ wake, o tũmĩgũnda-inĩ tũrĩa tũtumanĩte mahuti marĩa manungi wega, athiĩte kũrĩithia kũu mĩgũnda-inĩ, agĩtuaga mahũa ma itoka.
My love has gone down to his garden, to his flowerbeds of spices. He enjoys feeding in the gardens and plucks lilies.
3 Niĩ ndĩ wa mwendwa wakwa, nake nĩ wakwa; we arĩithagia itoka-inĩ.
I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.
4 Wee mwendwa wakwa, ũrĩ mũthaka, o ta bũrũri wa Tiriza, ũrĩ wa kwendeka o ta Jerusalemu, na ũkamakania o ta ita rĩrĩ na bendera.
You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!
5 Wĩhũgũre na kũngĩ, ũtige kũndora; maitho maku nĩmarahoota. Njuĩrĩ yaku no ta rũũru rwa mbũri rũgĩikũrũka Kĩrĩma kĩa Gileadi.
Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
6 Magego maku mahaana ta rũũru rwa ngʼondu ikĩambata ciumĩte gũthambio. O ĩmwe yacio ĩrĩ na ihatha rĩayo, hatirĩ o na ĩmwe yacio ĩrĩ iiki.
Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched!
7 Thĩa ciaku ihaana ta ciatũ igĩrĩ cia itunda rĩa mũkomamanga, ikĩonerwo hau taama-inĩ ũcio ũkũhumbĩrĩte ũthiũ.
Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
8 No gũkorwo na atumia athamaki mĩrongo ĩtandatũ, na thuriya mĩrongo ĩnana, na airĩtu gathirange matangĩtarĩka;
There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,
9 no ndutura yakwa, ũcio wakwa ũtarĩ ũcuuke-rĩ, gũtirĩ ũngĩ mahaanaine, nowe mũirĩtu wa nyina wiki, o we gĩtũnio kĩa ũcio mũmũciari. Airĩtu maamuonire makĩmwĩta mũrathime; nao atumia athamaki o na thuriya makĩmũkumia.
but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing her praises.
10 Nũũ ũyũ ũroimĩra ta ruoro rũgĩtema, athakarĩte ta mweri, na agathera ta riũa, arĩ na ũkengu ta wa njata irũrũnganĩte?
Who is this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!
11 Nĩndĩraikũrũkire mũgũnda wa mĩkombokombo, ngarore tũmĩtĩ tũrĩa tũmerete kũu gĩtuamba-inĩ, nĩguo nyone kana mĩthabibũ nĩĩthundũrĩte, o na kana mĩkomamanga nĩĩrutĩte kĩro.
I went down to the walnut orchard to see if the trees were in leaf in the valley, to find out whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 O na itanamenya ũrĩa gũtariĩ-rĩ, merirĩria ma ngoro yakwa marandwara gatagatĩ-inĩ ka ngaari cia mũthamaki cia ita cia andũ aitũ.
I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.
13 Cooka, cooka, wee Mũshulamu; cooka, cooka, nĩgeetha tũkwĩrorere! Mwendani Mũkwenda kwĩrorera Mũshulamu ũyũ nĩkĩ, taarĩ rwĩmbo rwa Mahanaimu mũreerorera?
Come back, come back, Shulammite woman; come back, come back, so we can look at you! Woman: Why do you want to look at the Shulammite dancing the dance of two camps?
