Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
Ngilirozi leSharoni, umduze wezigodi.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
Njengomduze phakathi kwameva, unjalo mthandwa wami phakathi kwamadodakazi.
3 As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
Njengesihlahla sama-aphula phakathi kwezihlahla zeganga, sinjalo isithandwa sami phakathi kwamadodana. Ngahlala emthunzini waso ngathokoza kakhulu, lesithelo saso simnandi ekunambitheni kwami.
4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
Sangisa endlini yewayini, lesiboniso saso phezu kwami siluthando.
5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
Ngisekelani ngezinkwa zezithelo zevini ezonyisiweyo, lingiqinise ngama-aphula, ngoba ngiguliswa luthando.
6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Isandla saso sokhohlo singaphansi kwekhanda lami, lesokunene saso siyangigona.
7 I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
Ngiyalifungisa, madodakazi eJerusalema, ngemiziki kumbe ngezimpala zeganga, ukuze lingaphazamisi lingavusi uthando aze athande.
8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Ilizwi lesithandwa sami! Khangela sona siyeza, siseqa phezu kwezintaba, siqolotsha phezu kwamaqaqa.
9 My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
Isithandwa sami sinjengomziki kumbe njengethole lendluzele. Khangela simi ngemva komduli wethu, silunguza emawindini, sizibonakalisa eminxibeni yewindi.
10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
Isithandwa sami saphendula sathi kimi: Vuka wena, mthandwa wami, omuhle wami, asihambe wena.
11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
Ngoba khangela, ubusika sebudlulile, izulu seliphelile, lihambile.
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
Amaluba ayabonakala emhlabeni, isikhathi sokuhlabelela sesifikile, lelizwi lejuba liyezwakala elizweni lakithi.
13 The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
Isihlahla somkhiwa sivuthisa imikhiwa yaso eluhlaza, lamavini alempoko aletha iphunga elimnandi. Vuka wena, mthandwa wami, omuhle wami wena, sihambe.
14 [Thou art] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
Juba lami, elisengoxweni yedwala, ekusithekeni kweliwa, ngitshengisa ubuso bakho, ngizwise ilizwi lakho, ngoba ilizwi lakho limnandi, lobuso bakho buyabukeka.
15 Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
Sibambeleni amakhanka, amakhanka amancinyane, ona izivini, ngoba izivini zethu zilezimpoko.
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
Isithandwa sami ngesami, lami ngingowaso, eselusa phakathi kwemiduze.
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
Kuze kube semadabukakusa, lamathunzi abaleke, phenduka, sithandwa sami, ube njengomziki kumbe njengethole lendluzele phezu kwezintaba zeBhetheri.
