¹Aiwa, dai wakange wakaita sehanzvadzi yangu, Akamwa mazamu amai vangu! Dai ndakuwana panze, ndakutsvoda; Zvirokwazvo, hakuna aindishora.

¹Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,

²Ndaienda newe, ndikakuisa mumba mamai vangu Ivo vandidzidzise; Ndaikupa waini yakavhenganiswa nezvinonhuhwira kuti uimwe, Nomukumbi wamatamba angu.

²I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother`s house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,

³Ruoko rwake rworuboshwe ngaruve pasi pomusoro wangu, Ruoko rwake rworudyi ngarundimbundikire.

³His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

⁴Ndinokupikirai, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu, Kuti murege kupfutidza kana kumutsa rudo kusvikira ada omene.

⁴I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!

⁵Ndianiko uyo anokwira achibva kurenje, Akasendamira pamudiwa wake? Pasi pomuapuri ndipo pandakakumutsa; Ndipo pakakutamburira mai vako, Ndipo pavakakutamburira, ivo vakakubereka.

⁵Who [is] this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge [that] bare thee.

⁶Ndishonge sechisimbiso pamoyo pako, Sechisimbiso paruoko rwako; nekuti rudo rune simba sorufu; Godo rinokuvadza seSheori; Kupisa kwaro ndiko kupisa komoto,

⁶Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings [are] burnings of fire, a flame of Jah!

⁷Mvura zhinji haigoni kudzima rudo; Nzizi hadzingarubitirisi; Kunyange munhu akapa fuma yose yeimba yake kuti awane rudo, Angazvidzwa chose.

⁷Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down — they tread upon it.

⁸Tine chinin'ina, Chigere kuva namazamu; Tichadiniko nechinin'ina chedu Nezuva raachakumbirwa?

⁸We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?

⁹Kana ari rusvingo, Tichavaka pamusoro pake kashongwe kesirivheri Kana ari mukova, Tichamukomberedza namapuranga emisidhari.

⁹If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.

¹⁰Ini ndaiva rusvingo, mazamu angu akaita shongwe dzarwo; Panguva iyo ndakava pamberi pake somunhu akawana rugare.

¹⁰I [am] a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

¹¹Soromoni akanga ano munda wemizambiringa paBhaarihamoni, Akaisa munda uyo kuvatariri; Mumwe nomumwe aifanira kumuvigira masirivha ane gumi ramazana pamusoro pezvibereko zvawo.

¹¹Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings;

¹²Munda wangu wemizambiringa, iwo wangu, uri pamberi pangu; Iwe Soromoni, uchapiwa gumi ramazana, Navanochengeta zvibereko zvawo vachapiwa mazana maviri.

¹²My vineyard — my own — is before me, The thousand [is] for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!

¹³Iwe, unogara muminda, Shamwari dzako dzinoteerera inzwi rako; Nditendere ini ndirinzwewo.

¹³The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

¹⁴Kurumidza, mudiwa wangu, Uve semharapara kana mwana wenondo Pamusoro pamakomo ezvinonhuhwira.

¹⁴Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!