< 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?
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek 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 beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Niĩ ndĩ wa mwendwa wakwa, nake nĩ wakwa; we arĩithagia itoka-inĩ.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses 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 love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Wĩhũgũre na kũngĩ, ũtige kũndora; maitho maku nĩmarahoota. Njuĩrĩ yaku no ta rũũru rwa mbũri rũgĩikũrũka Kĩrĩma kĩa Gileadi.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of 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 like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
7 Thĩa ciaku ihaana ta ciatũ igĩrĩ cia itunda rĩa mũkomamanga, ikĩonerwo hau taama-inĩ ũcio ũkũhumbĩrĩte ũthiũ.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 No gũkorwo na atumia athamaki mĩrongo ĩtandatũ, na thuriya mĩrongo ĩnana, na airĩtu gathirange matangĩtarĩka;
There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.
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.
My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, and they praised her.
10 Nũũ ũyũ ũroimĩra ta ruoro rũgĩtema, athakarĩte ta mweri, na agathera ta riũa, arĩ na ũkengu ta wa njata irũrũnganĩte?
Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
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 into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 O na itanamenya ũrĩa gũtariĩ-rĩ, merirĩria ma ngoro yakwa marandwara gatagatĩ-inĩ ka ngaari cia mũthamaki cia ita cia andũ aitũ.
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
13 Cooka, cooka, wee Mũshulamu; cooka, cooka, nĩgeetha tũkwĩrorere! Mwendani Mũkwenda kwĩrorera Mũshulamu ũyũ nĩkĩ, taarĩ rwĩmbo rwa Mahanaimu mũreerorera?
Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?