¹Ndapinda mumunda mangu, hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu; Ndaunganidza mura yangu nezvinonhuhwira zvangu; Ndadya musvi wouchi hwangu nouchi hwangu; Ndamwa waini yangu nomukaka wangu. Idyai, shamwari dzangu; Imwai, zvirokwazvo, imwai zvikuru, vadiwa vangu.

¹I 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, O beloved.

²Ndakanga ndivete, asi moyo wangu wakange wakasvinura; Inzwi romudiwa wangu, anogogodza, achiti, Ndizarurire, hanzvadzi yangu, mudiwa wangu, njiva yangu, akakwana wangu; nekuti musoro wangu uzere nedova, Vhudzi rangu namadonhedza ousiku.

²I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

³Ndabvisa nguvo yangu; ndingaifuka sei? Ndashambidza tsoka dzangu; ndingadzisvibisa sei?

³I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

⁴Mudiwa wangu akapinza ruoko rwake napavuri romukova, moyo wangu ukamushuva.

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

⁵Ndakasimuka, ndichiti ndizarurire mudiwa wangu; Maoko angu akadonha mura, Nemimwe yangu mura inoyerera, Pazvibato zvechizarira.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

⁶Ndakazarurira mudiwa wangu; Asi mudiwa wangu akanga atendeuka, aenda. Mweya wangu wakange watorwa pakutaura kwake; Ndakamutsvaka, asi handina kumuwana; Ndikamudana, asi haana kundipindura.

⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷Varindi, vanofamba-famba neguta, vakandiwana; Vakandirova, vakandikuvadza; Vatariri vamasvingo vakanditorera kwiriti yangu.

⁷The 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.

⁸Ndinokupikirai, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu, Kana mukawana mudiwa wangu, muchamuudzei? Kuti ndinorwariswa nerudo.

⁸I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

⁹Ko mudiwa wako anopfuura vamwe vadiwa neiko, Nhai, iwe, unopfuura vakadzi vose nokunaka? Ko mudiwa wako unopfuura vamwe vadiwa neiko, Zvaunotipikira saizvozvo?

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰Mudiwa wangu akachena nokutsvuka, Anozikamwa pakati pezana ramazana.

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹Musoro wake wakaita sendarama yakaisvonaka; Vhudzi rake rakapetana, idema segunguvo.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹²Meso ake akaita seenjiva pahova dzemvura, Dzakashambwa nomukaka, sezvibwe zvakarongedzwa zvakanaka.

¹²His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.

¹³Matama ake akaita sendima yemiti inonhuhwira, Samatutu emakwenzi anonhuwira; Miromo yake yakaita samaruva anodonha mura inoyerera.

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

¹⁴Maoko ake akaita samapango endarama, akaiswa bheriri; Muviri wake wakaita senyanga dzenzou, dzakafukidzwa nesafiro.

¹⁴His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁵Makumbo ake akaita sembiru dzamabwe machena, dzakaiswa pazvigadziko zvendarama yakaisvonaka; Kuonekwa kwake kose kwakafanana neRebhanoni, kwakaisvonaka semisidhari.

¹⁵His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁶Muromo wake wakanaka kwazvo; Zvirokwazvo, wakaisvonaka kwazvo-kwazvo. Ndizvo zvakaita mudiwa wangu, ndizvo zvakaita shamwari yangu, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu.

¹⁶His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.