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 have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. 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 was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3Ndabvisa nguvo yangu; ndingaifuka sei? Ndashambidza tsoka dzangu; ndingadzisvibisa sei?
3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4Mudiwa wangu akapinza ruoko rwake napavuri romukova, moyo wangu ukamushuva.
4My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
5Ndakasimuka, ndichiti ndizarurire mudiwa wangu; Maoko angu akadonha mura, Nemimwe yangu mura inoyerera, Pazvibato zvechizarira.
5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on 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 left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
7Varindi, vanofamba-famba neguta, vakandiwana; Vakandirova, vakandikuvadza; Vatariri vamasvingo vakanditorera kwiriti yangu.
7The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
8Ndinokupikirai, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu, Kana mukawana mudiwa wangu, muchamuudzei? Kuti ndinorwariswa nerudo.
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
9Ko mudiwa wako anopfuura vamwe vadiwa neiko, Nhai, iwe, unopfuura vakadzi vose nokunaka? Ko mudiwa wako unopfuura vamwe vadiwa neiko, Zvaunotipikira saizvozvo?
9How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved
10Mudiwa wangu akachena nokutsvuka, Anozikamwa pakati pezana ramazana.
10My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11Musoro wake wakaita sendarama yakaisvonaka; Vhudzi rake rakapetana, idema segunguvo.
11His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
12Meso ake akaita seenjiva pahova dzemvura, Dzakashambwa nomukaka, sezvibwe zvakarongedzwa zvakanaka.
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13Matama ake akaita sendima yemiti inonhuhwira, Samatutu emakwenzi anonhuwira; Miromo yake yakaita samaruva anodonha mura inoyerera.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14Maoko ake akaita samapango endarama, akaiswa bheriri; Muviri wake wakaita senyanga dzenzou, dzakafukidzwa nesafiro.
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15Makumbo ake akaita sembiru dzamabwe machena, dzakaiswa pazvigadziko zvendarama yakaisvonaka; Kuonekwa kwake kose kwakafanana neRebhanoni, kwakaisvonaka semisidhari.
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16Muromo wake wakanaka kwazvo; Zvirokwazvo, wakaisvonaka kwazvo-kwazvo. Ndizvo zvakaita mudiwa wangu, ndizvo zvakaita shamwari yangu, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu.
16Lover His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.