Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni 2
1 Ndiri ruva reSharoni, ruva romumipata.
I AM the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2 Seruva riri pakati peminzwa, ndizvo zvakaita mudiwa wangu pakati pemhandara.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Somuti womuapuro pakati pemiti yesango, ndizvo zvawakaita mudiwa wangu pakati pamajaya. Ndinofarira kugara mumumvuri wake, uye muchero wake unondinakira kuudya.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Akaenda neni kuimba yamabiko, uye mureza wake pamusoro pangu ndirwo rudo.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Ndisimbise namazambiringa akaomeswa, ndisimbise namaapuro; nokuti ndoziya norudo.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6 Ruoko rwake rworuboshwe rwuri pasi pomusoro wangu, uye ruoko rwake rworudyi rwakandimbundikira.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7 Imi vanasikana veJerusarema ndinokupikirai nemhara uye nenondo dzesango: Musazunguza kana kumutsa rudo kusvikira irwo rwada rwoga.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8 Inzwai! Inzwi romudiwa wangu! Tarirai! Hoyo ouya achiuruka nomumakomo, achikwakuka nomuzvikomo.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 Mudiwa wangu akafanana nemhara kana netsvana yenondo. Tarirai! Hoyo amira seri kworusvingo rwedu, akatarira napamawindo achidongorera napamaburi apamawindo.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
10 Mudiwa wangu akataura kwandiri akati, “Simuka, mudiwa wangu, iwe munakunaku wangu, uya tiende tose.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Tarira! Nguva yechando yapera; mvura yapera; uye haichanayi.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 Maruva oonekwa panyika; nguva yokuimba yasvika, kurira kwenjiva kwonzwikwa munyika yedu.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 Muonde wobereka michero yawo yokutanga; uye mizambiringa yotunga maruva ayo anonhuhwira kwazvo. Simuka, uya, mudiwa wangu; munakunaku wangu, uya tiende tose.”
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 Njiva yangu iri mumikaha yedombo, munzvimbo dzokuvanda mumativi egomo, ndiratidze chiso chako, ndinoda kunzwa inzwi rako; nokuti inzwi rako rinotapira, uye chiso chako chinoyevedza.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Tibatirei makava, ivo vana vemakava anoparadza minda yemizambiringa, iyo mizambiringa yedu yotunga maruva.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16 Mudiwa wangu ndewangu uye ndiri wake; anofamba-famba pakati pamaruva omubani.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17 Kusvikira zuva rabuda uye mimvuri yatiza, pinduka, mudiwa, ubve waita semhara kana tsvana pamusoro pezvikomo.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
