¹Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

¹Mudiwa wako akaendepiko, Iwe, unopfuura vakadzi vose nokunaka? Mudiwa wako wakaringirepiko, Kuti timutsvake pamwechete newe?

²My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

²Mudiwa wangu wakadzira kumunda wake, Kundima dzemiti inonhuhwira, Kufudza makwai ake muminda,nokutanha maruva.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

³Ini ndiri womudiwa wangu; mudiwa wangu ndowangu; Anofudza makwai ake pakati pamaruva.

⁴Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

⁴Wakanaka, shamwari yangu saTiriza, Wakanaka seJerusaremu, Unotyisa sehondo ine mireza.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

⁵Usanditarira nameso ako, nekuti andikunda. Vhudzi rako rakafanana neboka rembudzi, Dzinoburukira mujinga megomo reGiriyadhi.

⁶Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

⁶Meno aka akafanana neboka renhunzvi dzamakwai, Dzinobva pakushambwa; Rimwe nerimwe radzo rina vana vaviri, Hakuna rimwe risina mwana.

⁷As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

⁷Zvavovo zvako zvakafanana nebhande redamba Pakutarira kwako pakati pechifukidzo chako.

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

⁸Vahosi vana makumi matanhatu navarongo vana makumi masere variko, Nemhandara dzisingaperi.

⁹My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

⁹Njiva yangu, akakwana wangu, ndiye mumwe oga; Ndiye mwana mumwe woga wamai vake; Ndiye musanangurwa wowakamubereka; Vakunda vakamuona, vakati akaropafadzwa; Navahosi navarongo, vakamurumbidza.

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

¹⁰Ndianiko uyo anotarira samambakwedza, Akanaka somwedzi, Akachena sezuva, Anotyisa sehondo ine mireza?

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.

¹¹Ndakaburukira kumunda wenzungu, Kuti ndione miti mitema mumupata, Kuti ndione kana muzambiringa wotunga, kana matamba otunga maruva.

¹²Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

¹²Ndisati ndazviziva, mweya wangu wakandigadza pangoro dzoumambo dzavanhu vangu.

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

¹³Dzoka, dzoka, Shuramiti; Dzoka, dzoka, kuti tikutarire. Munoda kutarira muShuramiti neiko, Sezvamunotarira kutamba kwendaza mbiri?