Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
Ndalowa mʼmunda mwanga, iwe mlongo wanga, iwe mkwatibwi wanga; ndasonkhanitsa mure wanga ndi zokometsera zakudya zanga. Ndadya uchi wanga pamodzi ndi zisa zake zomwe; ndamwa vinyo wanga ndi mkaka wanga. Abwenzi Idyani abwenzi anga, imwani; Inu okondana, imwani kwambiri.
2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
Ndinagona tulo koma mtima wanga unali maso. Tamverani, bwenzi langa akugogoda: “Nditsekulire, mlongo wanga, bwenzi langa, nkhunda yanga, wangwiro wanga. Mutu wanga wanyowa ndi mame, tsitsi langa lanyowa chifukwa cha nkhungu ya usiku.”
3 — I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —
Ndavula kale zovala zanga, kodi ndizivalenso? Ndasamba kale mapazi anga kodi ndiwadetsenso?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
Bwenzi langa anapisa dzanja lake pa chibowo cha pa chitseko; mtima wanga unagunda chifukwa cha iye.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
Ndinanyamuka kukamutsekulira wachikondi wangayo, ndipo manja anga anali noninoni ndi mure, zala zanga zinali mure chuchuchu, pa zogwirira za chotsekera.
6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Ndinamutsekulira wachikondi wanga, koma nʼkuti wachikondi wangayo atachoka; iye anali atapita. Mtima wanga unafumuka chifukwa cha kuchoka kwake. Ndinamuyangʼanayangʼana koma sindinamupeze. Ndinamuyitana koma sanandiyankhe.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Alonda anandipeza pamene ankayendera mzindawo. Anandimenya ndipo anandipweteka; iwo anandilanda mwinjiro wanga, alonda a pa khoma aja!
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.
Inu akazi a ku Yerusalemu ndithu ndikukupemphani, mukapeza wokondedwa wangayo, kodi mudzamuwuza chiyani? Muwuzeni kuti ine ndadwala nacho chikondi.
9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
Iwe wokongola kuposa akazi onsewa, kodi wokondedwa wakoyo ndi wopambana wina aliyense bwanji? Kodi wokondedwa wakoyo ndi wopambana ena onse chotani kuti uzichita kutipempha motere?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
Wokondedwa wangayo ndi wowala kwambiri ndi wathanzi pakati pa anthu 1,000.
11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
Mutu wake ndi golide woyengeka bwino; tsitsi lake ndi lopotanapotana, ndiponso lakuda bwino ngati khwangwala.
12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
Maso ake ali ngati nkhunda mʼmbali mwa mitsinje ya madzi, ngati nkhunda zitasamba mu mkaka, zitayima ngati miyala yamtengowapatali.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Masaya ake ali ngati timinda ta mbewu zokometsera zakudya zopatsa fungo lokoma. Milomo yake ili ngati maluwa okongola amene akuchucha mure.
14 His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
Manja ake ali ngati ndodo zagolide zokongoletsedwa ndi miyala yamtengowapatali. Thupi lake ndi losalala ngati mnyanga wanjovu woyikamo miyala ya safiro.
15 His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
Miyendo yake ili ngati mizati yamwala, yokhazikika pa maziko a golide. Maonekedwe ake ali ngati Lebanoni, abwino kwambiri ngati mkungudza.
16 His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Milomo yake ndi yosangalatsa kwambiri; munthuyo ndi wokongola kwambiri! Uyu ndiye wachikondi wanga ndi bwenzi langa, inu akazi a ku Yerusalemu.
