1I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover
1Ndiri ruva rebundo rokuSharoni, Ndiri ruva rokumapani.
2As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved
2Seruva pakati pemhinzwa, Ndizvo zvakaita mudiwa wangu pakati pavakunda.
3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
3Somuapuri pakati pemiti yokudondo, Ndizvo zvakaita mudiwa wangu pakati pavanakomana. Ndakagara mumumvuri wake nomufaro mukuru; Zvibereko zvake zvakanga zvichinaka pamukamwa wangu.
4He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
4Akandiisa kuimba yomutambo; Mureza wake pamusoro pangu rwakanga ruri rudo.
5Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
5Nditsigirei namazambiringa akaomeswa, ndisimbisei namaapuri; nekuti ndinorwara norudo.
6His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
6Ruoko rwake rworuboshwe ruri pasi pomusoro wangu; Ruoko rwake rworudyi runondimbundikira.
7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
7Ndinokupikirai, imwi vakunda veJerusaremu, Nemharapara kana nondo dzokubundo, Kuti murege kupfutidza kana kumutsa rudo kusvikira iye ada omene.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
8Inzwai inzwi romudiwa wangu! Tarirai, wouya, Achikwakuka pamakomo, Achichirika pazvikomo.
9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
9Mudiwa wangu akafanana nemharapara kana nomwana wenondo; Tarirai, womira seri korusvingo rwedu; Anotarira napamahwindo; Anodongorera napazvitanda zvamahwindo.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
10Mudiwa wangu akataura, akati kwandiri, Simuka, shamwari yangu, akanaka wangu, huya!
11For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
11Nokuti, tarira, chando chaenda; Mvura yapera, yaenda;
12The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
12Maruva aonekwa panyika; Nguva yokurira kweshiri yasvika, Nenzwi renjiva rinonzwikwa panyika yedu.
13The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover
13Muonde woibvisa maonde awo mambishi, Uye mizambiringa yotunga maruva; Yobudisa kunhuhwira kwayo; Simuka, shamwari yangu, wakanaka wangu huya!
14My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
14Iwe njiva yangu, uri mumikaha yedombo, Pakadzitika pamawere; Ndione chiso chako, Ndinzwe inzwi rako; nekuti inzwi rako rakanaka, chiso chako chakanaka.
15Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved
15Tibatirei makava, makava maduku, Anotadzira minda yemizambiringa; nekuti minda yedu yemizambiringa yotunga maruva.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
16Mudiwa wangu ndowangu, neni ndiri wake; Anofudza makwai ake pakati pamaruva ebundo.
17Beloved Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.
17Kana zuva rotonhorera, nemimvuri yotiza, Tendeuka, mudiwa wangu, uve semharapara nomwana wenondo Pamusoro pamakomo eBheteri.