1 Whither is thy beloved gone,
O thou fairest among women?
Whither is thy beloved turned aside?
That we may seek him with thee.
Mpendwa wako amekwenda wapi, Wewe uliye mzuri katika wanawake? Mpendwa wako amegeukia upande upi, Ili tumtafute pamoja nawe?
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
Mpendwa wangu ameshukia bustani yake, Kwenye matuta ya rihani; Ili kulisha penye bustani, Ili kuchuma nyinyoro.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine:
He feedeth among the lilies.
Mimi ni wake mpendwa wangu, naye ni wangu, Hulisha kundi lake penye nyinyoro.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,
Comely as Jerusalem,
Terrible as an army with banners.
Mpenzi wangu, u mzuri kama Tirza, Mwenye kupendeza kama Yerusalemu, Wa kutisha kama wenye bendera.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me,
For they have overcome me:
Thy hair is as a flock of goats
That appear from Gilead.
Uyageuzie macho yako mbali nami, Kwa maana yamenitisha sana. Nywele zako ni kama kundi la mbuzi, Wakijilaza mbavuni pa Gileadi.
6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep
Which go up from the washing,
Whereof every one beareth twins,
And there is not one barren among them.
Meno yako kama kundi la kondoo, Wakipanda kutoka kuoshwa; Ambao kila mmoja amezaa mapacha, Wala hakuna aliyefiwa kati yao.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples
Within thy locks.
Mashavu yako ni kama kipande cha komamanga, Nyuma ya barakoa yako.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
And virgins without number.
Wako malkia sitini, na masuria themanini, Na wanawali wasiohesabika;
9 My dove, my undefiled is but one;
She is the only one of her mother,
She is the choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and blessed her;
Yea , the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Hua wangu, mkamilifu wangu, ni mmoja tu, Mtoto wa pekee wa mamaye. Ndiye kipenzi chake aliyemzaa, Binti wakamwona wakamwita heri; Malkia na masuria nao wakamwona, Wakamsifu, wakisema,
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon, clear as the sun,
And terrible as an army with banners?
Ni nani huyu atazamaye kama alfajiri, Mzuri kama mwezi, safi kama jua, Wa kutisha kama wenye bendera?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts
To see the fruits of the valley,
And to see whether the vine flourished,
And the pomegranates budded.
Nalishukia bustani ya milozi, Ili kuyatazama machipuko ya bondeni; Nione kama mzabibu umechanua, Kama mikomamanga imetoa maua.
12 Or ever I was aware,
My soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Kabla sijajua, roho yangu ilinileta Katikati ya magari ya wakuu wangu.
13 Return, return, O Shulamite;
Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
What will ye see in the Shulamite?
As it were the company of two armies.
Rudi, rudi, Mshulami, Rudi, rudi, ili sisi tukutazame.
