Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni 7
1 Dzakanaka sei tsoka dzako dzakapfekedzwa shangu, iwe mwanasikana womuchinda! Makumbo ako akanakisisa akaita sezvishongo, basa ramaoko emhizha.
What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
2 Guvhu rako rakatenderera somukombe unogara uine waini yakasanganiswa zvakanaka. Chiuno chako murwi wegorosi wakakomberedzwa namaruva.
Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Mazamu ako akaita setsvana mbiri, mapatya emhara.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Mutsipa wakaita seshongwe yakagadzirwa nenyanga dzenzou. Meso ako ndiwo madziva eHeshibhoni pasuo reBhati Rabhimi. Mhuno yako yakaita seshongwe yeRebhanoni yakatarisa kudivi reDhamasiko.
Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5 Musoro wako unokushongedza nekorona seGomo reKarimeri. Bvudzi rako rakaita sezvirukwa zvomumba mamambo; mwoyo wamambo wakabatwa nokugadzirwa kwebvudzi rako.
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 Wakanaka uye unofadza sei, iwe mudiwa nezvinofadza zvako!
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 Chimiro chako chakaita somuti womuchindwe; uye mazamu ako samasumbu omuchero.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Ndakati, “Ndichakwira muchindwi uyu, ndigobata muchero wawo.” Mazamu ako ngaaite samasumbu omuzambiringa, munhuwi wokufema kwako uite samaapuro,
I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 muromo wako ugoita sewaini yakanakisisa. Mukadzi Waini ngaiendeswe kumudiwa wangu chaiko, igoyerera zvinyoronyoro, napamiromo yake nameno ake.
Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 Ini ndiri womudiwa wangu, uye iye anondishuva.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Uya, mudiwa wangu, ngatiendei kumunda, tigozopedza usiku hwose kumaruwa.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Ngatimukirei kuminda yemizambiringa tindoona kana mizambiringa yakabukira, uye kana maruva awo azaruka, uye kana mitamba yatumbuka yava namaruva, ikoko ndiko kwandichakupa rudo rwangu.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13 Miti yemidiwadiwa inopa kunhuhwira kwayo, uye pamusuo pedu pane zvinonaka zvose, zvose zvitsva nezvitsaru, zvandakachengetera iwe, mudiwa wangu.
The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
