Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni 1
1 Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni:
The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 Ngaanditsvode hake nokutsvoda kwomuromo wake. Nokuti rudo rwako runofadza kupfuura waini.
[SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
3 Kunhuhwirira kwamafuta enyu kunofadza; zita renyu rakafanana namafuta anonhuwirira adururwa. Hazvishamisi kuti mhandara dzinokudai!
Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
4 Nditorei muende neni, ngatikurumidzei. Mambo ngaandipinze mudzimba dzake dzomukati. Shamwari Tinokupembererai uye tinokufarirai; ticharumbidza rudo rwenyu kupfuura waini. Mukadzi Regai zvenyu mhandara dzikudei!
[SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5 Kusviba ndakasviba zvangu, asi ndakanaka hangu, vanasikana veJerusarema, ndakasviba samatende eKedhari, sezvidzitiro zvetende raSoromoni.
[SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Musanditarisisa nokuda kwoutema hwangu, nokuti ndakasvibiswa nezuva. Vanakomana vamai vangu vakanditsamwira vakandiita kuti ndichengete minda yemizambiringa; munda wangu chaiwo wemizambiringa ndakaushayira nguva.
[SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …
7 Ndiudze, iwe mudiwa wangu, kwaunofudzira makwai ako nokwaunozorodzera makwai ako masikati. Ko, ndichaitirei somukadzi akafukidza chiso chake pedyo namakwai eshamwari dzako?
Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
8 Kana usingazivi, iwe mukadzi akanaka kukunda vamwe, chitevera makwara amakwai ugondofudzira mbudzana dzako pedyo namatende avafudzi.
[HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
9 Ndinokufananidza, iwe mudiwa wangu, nebhiza rakasungwa pane imwe yengoro dzaFaro.
To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
10 Matama ako akashongedzwa zvakanaka nemhete, mutsipa wako nezvuma zvamatombo anokosha.
Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
11 Tichakugadzirira mhete dzenzeve dzegoridhe nesirivha.
[THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
12 Mambo paakanga agere patafura yake, munhuwi wamafuta andainge ndazora wakapararira.
[SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
13 Mudiwa wangu, kwandiri akaita sakahomwe kemura kanogara pakati pamazamu angu.
A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
14 Mudiwa wangu, kwandiri akaita sesumbu ramaruva machena anobva mubindu remizambiringa yeEni Gedhi.
A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Kunaka here kwawakaita uku, mudiwa wangu! A-a, wakazonaka! Meso ako injiva chaidzo!
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
16 Wakanaka sei, mudiwa wangu! A-a, unofadza! Uye mubhedha wedu wakasvibira.
[SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
17 Nhungo dzeimba yedu ndedzomusidhari; mbariro dzacho ndedzomupaini.
The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
