Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni 6
1 Ko, mudiwa wako aendepiko, iwe zvako wakanaka kukunda vamwe vakadzi? Mudiwa wako aenda nokupiko, kuti tigomutsvaka pamwe chete newe?
Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
2 Mudiwa wangu adzika kubindu rake, kumihomba yezvinonhuwirira, kuti andomema mumapindu uye agotanha maruva.
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Ini ndiri womudiwa wangu uye mudiwa wangu ndowangu; anomema pakati pamaruva.
I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
4 Wakanaka iwe mudiwa wangu, seTiriza, unoyevedza seJerusarema, unoremekedzeka samauto ane mireza.
Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
5 Bvisa meso ako pandiri; anondikunda. Bvudzi rako rakaita sedanga rembudzi riri kuburuka muGireadhi.
Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
6 Meno ako akafanana neboka ramakwai achangobva mukushambidzwa. Rimwe nerimwe rine rarakafanana naro, pasina riri roga zvaro.
Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
7 Zvavovo zvako zviri mumumbure wako zvakaita sezvikamu zviviri zvedamba.
As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
8 Kungava navanamambokadzi makumi matanhatu, navarongo makumi masere nemhandara dzisingaverengeki;
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
9 Asi njiva yangu, iye akakwana wangu, ndiwe mumwe oga, mwanasikana mumwe oga wamai vake, iye woga anodikanwa naiye akamubereka. Mhandara dzakamuona dzikamuti akaropafadzwa. Vanamambokadzi navarongo vakamurumbidza.
One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
10 Ko, ndiani uyo anoratidzika samambakwedza, akanaka somwedzi, anopenya sezuva, akanaka senyeredzi dziri mumudungwe?
'Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
11 Ndakadzika kusango remiti yemipfura kundoona zvitsva zvakamera mumupata, kundoona kana mizambiringa yainge yabukira, kana kuti mitamba yainge yava namaruva.
Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —
12 Ndisati ndambodii, mwoyo wangu wakandiisa pakati pengoro dzoumambo dzavanhu vangu.
I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
13 Dzoka, dzoka iwe muShurami; dzoka, dzoka kuti timbokuona! Mudiwa Ko, munodirei kuona muShurami sezvamunoita mutambo weMahanaimi?
Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
