Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Rwiyo Rukuru rwaSoromoni:
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Ngaanditsvode hake nokutsvoda kwomuromo wake. Nokuti rudo rwako runofadza kupfuura waini.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Kunhuhwirira kwamafuta enyu kunofadza; zita renyu rakafanana namafuta anonhuwirira adururwa. Hazvishamisi kuti mhandara dzinokudai!
4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
Nditorei muende neni, ngatikurumidzei. Mambo ngaandipinze mudzimba dzake dzomukati. Shamwari Tinokupembererai uye tinokufarirai; ticharumbidza rudo rwenyu kupfuura waini. Mukadzi Regai zvenyu mhandara dzikudei!
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Kusviba ndakasviba zvangu, asi ndakanaka hangu, vanasikana veJerusarema, ndakasviba samatende eKedhari, sezvidzitiro zvetende raSoromoni.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
Musanditarisisa nokuda kwoutema hwangu, nokuti ndakasvibiswa nezuva. Vanakomana vamai vangu vakanditsamwira vakandiita kuti ndichengete minda yemizambiringa; munda wangu chaiwo wemizambiringa ndakaushayira nguva.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
Ndiudze, iwe mudiwa wangu, kwaunofudzira makwai ako nokwaunozorodzera makwai ako masikati. Ko, ndichaitirei somukadzi akafukidza chiso chake pedyo namakwai eshamwari dzako?
8 If thou knowest not, O thou fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
Kana usingazivi, iwe mukadzi akanaka kukunda vamwe, chitevera makwara amakwai ugondofudzira mbudzana dzako pedyo namatende avafudzi.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Ndinokufananidza, iwe mudiwa wangu, nebhiza rakasungwa pane imwe yengoro dzaFaro.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
Matama ako akashongedzwa zvakanaka nemhete, mutsipa wako nezvuma zvamatombo anokosha.
11 We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
Tichakugadzirira mhete dzenzeve dzegoridhe nesirivha.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
Mambo paakanga agere patafura yake, munhuwi wamafuta andainge ndazora wakapararira.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
Mudiwa wangu, kwandiri akaita sakahomwe kemura kanogara pakati pamazamu angu.
14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
Mudiwa wangu, kwandiri akaita sesumbu ramaruva machena anobva mubindu remizambiringa yeEni Gedhi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
Kunaka here kwawakaita uku, mudiwa wangu! A-a, wakazonaka! Meso ako injiva chaidzo!
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Wakanaka sei, mudiwa wangu! A-a, unofadza! Uye mubhedha wedu wakasvibira.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Nhungo dzeimba yedu ndedzomusidhari; mbariro dzacho ndedzomupaini.
