1 I am the rose of Sharon,
And the lily of the valleys.
Mimi ni ua la uwandani, Ni nyinyoro ya mabondeni.
2 As the lily among thorns,
So is my love among the daughters.
Kama nyinyoro kati ya miiba, Kadhalika mpenzi wangu kati ya binti.
3 As 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,
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Kama mpera kati ya miti ya msituni, Kadhalika mpendwa wangu kati ya vijana. Naliketi kivulini mwake kwa furaha, Na matunda yake naliyaonja kuwa matamu.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house,
And his banner over me was love.
Akanileta mpaka nyumba ya karamu, Na bendera yake juu yangu ni mapenzi.
5 Stay me with flagons,
Comfort me with apples:
For I am sick of love.
Nishibisheni zabibu, niburudisheni kwa mapera, Kwa maana nimezimia kwa mapenzi.
6 His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand doth embrace me.
Mkono wake wa kushoto uko chini ya kichwa changu, Nao wa kuume unanikumbatia!
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
By the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
Till he please.
Nawasihi, enyi binti za Yerusalemu, Kwa paa na kwa ayala wa porini, Msiyachochee mapenzi, wala kuyaamsha, Hata yatakapoona vema yenyewe.
8 The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he cometh
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
Sikiliza! Ni mpendwa wangu! Tazama, anakuja, Akiruka milimani, akichachawa vilimani.
9 My beloved is like a roe
Or a young hart:
Behold, he standeth
Behind our wall,
He looketh forth at the windows,
Shewing himself through the lattice.
Mpendwa wangu ni kama paa, au ayala. Tazama, asimama nyuma ya ukuta wetu, Achungulia dirishani, atazama kimiani.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away.
Mpendwa wangu alinena, akaniambia, Ondoka, mpenzi wangu, mzuri wangu, uje zako,
11 For, lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone;
Maana tazama, kaskazi imepita, Masika imekwisha, imekwenda zake;
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle
Is heard in our land;
Maua yatokea katika nchi, Wakati wa kupelea umefika, Na sauti ya mwigo husikiwa kwetu.
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grape
Give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away.
Mtini wapevusha tini zake, Na mizabibu inachanua, Inatoa harufu yake nzuri; Ondoka, mpenzi wangu, mzuri wangu, uje zako.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the stairs,
Let me see thy countenance,
Let me hear thy voice;
For sweet is thy voice,
And thy countenance is comely.
Hua wangu, mafichoni mwa jabali, Katika sitara za magenge, Nitazame uso wako, nisikie sauti yako, Maana sauti yako ni tamu na uso wako mzuri.
15 Take us the foxes,
The little foxes,
That spoil the vines:
For our vines have tender grapes.
Tukamatie mbweha, Wale mbweha wadogo, Waiharibuo mizabibu, Maana mizabibu yetu yachanua.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:
He feedeth among the lilies.
Mpendwa wangu ni wangu, na mimi ni wake; Hulisha kundi lake penye nyinyoro.
17 Until the day break,
And the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart
Upon the mountains of Bether.
Hata jua lipunge, na vivuli vikimbie, Unigeukie, mpendwa wangu, Nawe uwe kama paa, au ayala, Juu ya milima ya Betheri.
