Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni 1
1 Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni:
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Ngaanditsvode hake nokutsvoda kwomuromo wake. Nokuti rudo rwako runofadza kupfuura waini.
Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man for your love is better than wine.
3 Kunhuhwirira kwamafuta enyu kunofadza; zita renyu rakafanana namafuta anonhuwirira adururwa. Hazvishamisi kuti mhandara dzinokudai!
Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
4 Nditorei muende neni, ngatikurumidzei. Mambo ngaandipinze mudzimba dzake dzomukati. Shamwari Tinokupembererai uye tinokufarirai; ticharumbidza rudo rwenyu kupfuura waini. Mukadzi Regai zvenyu mhandara dzikudei!
Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore you.
5 Kusviba ndakasviba zvangu, asi ndakanaka hangu, vanasikana veJerusarema, ndakasviba samatende eKedhari, sezvidzitiro zvetende raSoromoni.
I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely 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.
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have 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, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
8 Kana usingazivi, iwe mukadzi akanaka kukunda vamwe, chitevera makwara amakwai ugondofudzira mbudzana dzako pedyo namatende avafudzi.
If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9 Ndinokufananidza, iwe mudiwa wangu, nebhiza rakasungwa pane imwe yengoro dzaFaro.
I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10 Matama ako akashongedzwa zvakanaka nemhete, mutsipa wako nezvuma zvamatombo anokosha.
Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 Tichakugadzirira mhete dzenzeve dzegoridhe nesirivha.
We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
12 Mambo paakanga agere patafura yake, munhuwi wamafuta andainge ndazora wakapararira.
While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
13 Mudiwa wangu, kwandiri akaita sakahomwe kemura kanogara pakati pamazamu angu.
My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
14 Mudiwa wangu, kwandiri akaita sesumbu ramaruva machena anobva mubindu remizambiringa yeEni Gedhi.
My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Kunaka here kwawakaita uku, mudiwa wangu! A-a, wakazonaka! Meso ako injiva chaidzo!
Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 Wakanaka sei, mudiwa wangu! A-a, unofadza! Uye mubhedha wedu wakasvibira.
Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
17 Nhungo dzeimba yedu ndedzomusidhari; mbariro dzacho ndedzomupaini.
The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
