¹Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will 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 [his flock] among the lilies.

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

⁴Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

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

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

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

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is 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 Behind thy veil.

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, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; 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 dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops 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 verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

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

¹²Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

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

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. -- What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? -- As it were the dance of two camps.

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