1Rwiyo rukuru rwaSoromoni.
1The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon`s.
2Ngaanditsvode nokutsvoda komuromo wake; nekuti rudo rwako rwakanaka kupfuura waini.
2Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
3Zvizoro zvako zvinonhuhwira zvakanaka; Zita rako rakaita samafuta akadururwa; Saka mhandara dzinokuda.
3For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
4Ndikwevere kwauri; tichakutevera tichimhanya; Mambo wakandiisa mudzimba dzake dzomukati; Tichafara nokukufarira zvikuru iwe; Ticharumbidza rudo rwako kupfuura waini; Zvakarurama zvavakakuda.
4Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
5Ndakasviba, asi ndakanaka hangu, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu, Samatende eKedhari, Semicheka yakaremberedzwa yaSoromoni.
5Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
6Musanditarira, zvandakasviba, nekuti zuva rakandipisa. Vanakomana vamai vangu vakanditsamwira, Vakandiita murindikadzi weminda yemizambiringa; Asi munda wangu wemizambiringa handina kuuchengeta.
6Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.
7Ndiudze iwe, unodikamwa nomweya wangu, Kuti unofudza boka rako kupi, Kuti unorizorodza kupi masikati; nekuti ndichaitirei somunhu akafukidzwa kumeso Pakati pamapoka eshamwari dzako?
7Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
8Kana usingazivi, iwe unopfuura vakadzi vose nokunaka, Tevera makwara amapoka, Ufudze makwayana ako kurutivi rwamatende avafudzi.
8If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds` dwellings!
9Ndakakufananidzira iwe, shamwari yangu, Nebhizagadzi pakati pengoro dzaFarao.
9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10Matama ako akanaka pakati pezvirukwa zvevhudzi; Mutsipa wako nezvibwe zvinokosha zvakatungirwa.
10Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11Tichakuitira zvirukwa zvendarama Nezvuma zvesirivha.
11Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
12Nguva yose mambo agere patafura yake, Nadho yangu yakabudisa kunhuhwira kwayo.
12While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
13Mudiwa wangu akaita kwandiri sehombodo yemura, Inogara pakati pamazamu angu.
13A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14Mudiwa wangu akaita kwandiri sesumbu ramaruva ehena, Paminda yemizambiringa paEngedhi.
14A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15Tarira, wakanaka, shamwari yangu; Tarira, wakanaka; Meso ako akafanana neenjiva.
15Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
16Tarira, wakanaka, mudiwa wangu, zvirokwazvo, unofadza; Uvato bwedu ndipo pabumhudza.
16Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
17Matanda edzimba dzedu ndeemisidhari; Mbariro dzayo ndedzemisiperesi.
17The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!