1Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
1Tarira, akanaka sei, shamwari yangu; tarira, akanaka sei! Meso ako akafanana neenjiva pakutarira kwawo pakati pechifukidzo chako; Vhudzi rako rakafanana neboka rembudzi, Dzinoburukira mujinga megomo reGiriyadhi.
2Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
2Meno ako akafanana neboka ramakwai achangoveurwa, Anobva pakushambwa; Rimwe nerimwe rawo rina vana vaviri, Hakuna rimwe risina mwana.
3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
3Miromo yako yakafanana norwonzi rwakatsvuka; Kutaura kwako kwakanaka; Zvavovo zvako zvakafanana nebhande redamba Pakutarira kwako pakati pechifukidzo chako.
4Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
4Mutsipa wako wakafanana nenhare yaDhavhidhi. Yakavakirwa nhumbi dzokurwa, Makaturikwa nhovo dzine churu chezana, Dzose dziri nhovo dzemhare.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
5Mazamu ako maviri akafanana navana vemharapara, Vari vana vakaberekwa vari vaviri, Vanochera pakati pamaruva ebundo.
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
6Kana zuva rotonhorera, mimvuri yotiza, Ndichaenda kugomo remura, Nokuchikomba chezvinonhuhwira.
7You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
7Akaisvonaka, iwe shamwari yangu; Hakuna gwapa kwauri.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
8Hendei tose, iwe mwenga wangu, tibve paRebhanoni, Tibve paRebhanoni tose; Tarira uri pamusoro weAmana, Pamisoro yeSeniri neHerimoni, Panzvimbo dzeshumba,
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
9Wanditorera moyo wangu, hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu; Wanditorera moyo wangu nokunditarira kamwe nameso ako, Nechishongo chimwe chomutsipa wako.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
10Rudo rwako rwakanaka sei, hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu! Rudo rwako runopfuura waini zvikuru sei! Nokunhuhwira kwezvizoro zvako miti yose inonhuhwira!
11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
11Miromo yako, mwenga wangu, inodonha musvi wouchi; Uchi nomukaka zviri pasi porurimi rwako; Kunhuhwira kwenguvo dzako kwakafanana nokunhuhwira kweRebhanoni.
12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
12Hanzvadzi yangu, mwenga wangu, munda wakakomberedzwa, Chitubu chakapoteredzwa, tsime rakafunhirwa.
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
13Matavi ako munda wamatamba, une zvibereko zvakaisvonaka; Maruva ehena nenaridho,
14spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
14Naridho nesafironi, Karamusi nekinamoni, nemiti yose inonhuhwira, Mura negavakava, nezvose zvinoisvonhuhwira.
15a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
15Uri tsime reminda, Chitubu chemvura mhenyu, Nenzizi dzinoyerera dzichibva Rebhanoni.
16Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
16Muka, iwe mhepo yokumusoro; uya, iwe mhepo yezasi; Furidzira pamunda wangu, kuti zvinonhuhwira zvawo zvibudire kunze. Mudiwa wangu ngaapinde mumunda make, Ngaadye zvibereko zvake zvakaisvonaka.