Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
Ine ndine duwa la ku Saroni, duwa lokongola la ku zigwa.
2 As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
Monga duwa lokongola pakati pa minga ndi momwe alili wokondedwa wanga pakati pa atsikana.
3 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.
Monga mtengo wa apulosi pakati pa mitengo ya mʼnkhalango ndi momwe alili bwenzi langa pakati pa anyamata. Ndimakondwera kukhala pansi pa mthunzi wako, ndipo chipatso chake ndi chokoma mʼkamwa mwanga.
4 He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.
Iye wanditengera ku nyumba yaphwando, ndipo mbendera yake yozika pa ine ndi chikondi.
5 Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.
Undidyetse keke ya mphesa zowuma, unditsitsimutse ndi ma apulosi, pakuti chikondi chandifowoketsa.
6 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
Mutu wanga watsamira dzanja lake lamanzere, ndipo dzanja lake lamanja landikumbatira.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
Inu akazi a ku Yerusalemu, ndithu ndikukupemphani pali gwape ndi mbawala yayikazi zakuthengo: Musachigwedeze chikondi kapena kuchiutsa mpaka pamene chifunire ichocho.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
Tamverani bwenzi langa! Taonani! Uyu akubwera apayu, akulumphalumpha pa mapiri, akujowajowa pa zitunda.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.
Bwenzi langa ali ngati gwape kapena mwana wa mbawala. Taonani! Uyo wayima kuseri kwa khoma lathulo, akusuzumira mʼmazenera, akuyangʼana pa mpata wa zenera.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Bwenzi langa anayankha ndipo anati kwa ine, “Dzuka bwenzi langa, wokongola wanga, ndipo tiye tizipita.
11 For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;
Ona, nyengo yozizira yatha; mvula yatha ndipo yapitiratu.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing [of birds] is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
Maluwa ayamba kuoneka pa dziko lapansi; nthawi yoyimba yafika, kulira kwa njiwa kukumveka mʼdziko lathu.
13 The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Mtengo wankhuyu ukubereka zipatso zake zoyambirira; mitengo ya mpesa ya maluwa ikutulutsa fungo lake. Dzuka bwenzi langa, wokongola wanga tiye tizipita.”
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Nkhunda yanga yokhala mʼmingʼalu ya thanthwe, mʼmalo obisala a mʼmbali mwa phiri, onetsa nkhope yako, nʼtamvako liwu lako; pakuti liwu lako ndi lokoma, ndipo nkhope yako ndi yokongola.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
Mutigwirire nkhandwe, nkhandwe zingʼonozingʼono zimene zikuwononga minda ya mpesa, minda yathu ya mpesa imene yayamba maluwa.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Bwenzi langa ndi wangadi ndipo ine ndine wake; amadyetsa gulu lake la ziweto pakati pa maluwa okongola.
17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.
Kamphepo kamadzulo kakayamba kuwuzira ndipo mithunzi ikayamba kuthawa, unyamuke bwenzi langa, ndipo ukhale ngati gwape kapena ngati mwana wa mbawala pakati pa mapiri azigwembezigwembe.
