Song Of Songs 2

I am a rose^[b] of Sharon,
    a lily of the valleys.

Chashna cajpipish llulla huillajcuna israelcunapurapi tiyashca shinallatajmi, cancunapurapipish pandata yachachijcuna tiyanga. Paicunaca, pandachishpa chingachij yachanacunatami, pacalla yachachingacuna. Paicunata Quishpichij Apu Jesustapish ‘Mana rijsinichu’ ningacunami. Chashnami jatun llaqui ñapish japichun paicunallataj llaquita cayacun.

Like a lily among thorns
    is my darling among the young women.

Achcacunami, chai runacunapaj pinganayaj millai ruranacunata catingacuna. Paicunamantami, Diospaj Shimita catijcunata c'amingacuna.

Like an apple^[c] tree among the trees of the forest
    is my beloved among the young men.
I delight to sit in his shade,
    and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

Chai panda yachachijcunaca, ashtahuan charisha nishpami, catinajlla shimicunahuan umashpa, cancunata quichushpa charijyangacuna. Ñaupamanta paicunapaj cachana tiyacushca jatun llaquicunaca, mana unaiyangachu. Paicuna chingarinaca, rijcharishca chaparacuj shinami shuyacun.

Let him lead me to the banquet hall,
    and let his banner over me be love.

Juchata ruraj angelcunatapish, Taita Diosca mana perdonarcachu. Ashtahuanpish paicunataca, Dios llaquichina punllacamami, ucu pachaman shitashpa, amsapi huichcashpa churarca.

Strengthen me with raisins,
    refresh me with apples,
    for I am faint with love.

Ñaupa punllacuna cai pachapi causajcunatapish, Diosca mana quishpichircachu. Paita mana manchaj, chai runacunataca yacuhuanmi chingachirca. Dios munashca shina causanata huillaj Noellatami, caishuj canchiscunandijta quishpichirca.

His left arm is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me.

Sodomatapish, Gomorratapish Diosca jatun llaquita cachashpami, tucui ushpa tucujta rupachishpa chingachirca. Q'uipa punllacunapi Diosta mana manchashpa causajcunaman ricuchingapajmi, chashna rurarca.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.

Millanayaj mapacunata rurashpa causajcunata ricushpa, llaquilla causacuj, cashcata ruraj Lotllatami quishpichirca.

Listen! My beloved!
    Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.

Cashcata ruraj Lotca, paicunapurapi causacushpaca, millaita ruracujta ricushpa uyashpaca, punllantami paipaj almaca achcata llaquirirca.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
    Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.

Chashnami Apunchij Jesusca, Paita yuyarishpa causajcunataca, millaipi urmanamanta quishpichin. Shinallataj millaita rurashpa causajcunataca, jatun llaquiman cachana punllacama huaquichishpami charicun.

My beloved spoke and said to me,
    “Arise, my darling,
    my beautiful one, come with me.

Ashtahuancarin Dios ama mandachun p'iñashpa, quiquin millai munaillata rurashpa mapata causajcunatami, ashtahuan llaquichinga.

¡Chaicunaca mana caźujcuna, c'ariyajcunami! Jahua pacha mandajcunatapish mana manchashpa, millai shimicunata rimanllacunami.

See! The winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.

Angelcunaca, paicunata yalli imatapish rurai tucujcunami. Chashna cashpapish, chai mandajcunataca, Mandaj Diospaj ñaupajpi ima millaita shimicunahuan mana rimancunachu.

Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.

Ashtahuanpish chai runacunaca, animalcuna shina ima yuyai illajllacuna cashpami, paicuna manapish yachashcacunata rimarinllacuna. Paicunaca japishpa, huañuchishpa chingachishca cangapajllami huacharishcacuna. Paicunaca, chingarina cashca shinallatajmi chingaringacuna.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;
    the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

Shujtajcunata llaquipi churashcamantaca, chasquina cashcallatatajmi chasquingacuna. Paicunaca, punllapacha pinganayajcunata rurashpa cushicuj, mapa runacunami. Cancunahuan tandanacushpa micucushpapish, paicunaca mana allita rurashcamantami, jatun tucushpa cushicuncuna.

My dove in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.

Pi huarmita ricushpapish, huainayana yuyaillahuanmi ricuncuna. Juchata ruranataca, manataj shaicuncunachu. Manaraj alli yachajcunatapish, inquitashpami millaita ruranata yachachincuna. ¡Chingarina runacuna cashpami, paicunapaj shungupica, ima millaita ruranachishpapish, mana amishpa rurancuna!

Catch for us the foxes,
    the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
    our vineyards that are in bloom.

Paicunaca, alli causacushcamanta anchurishpami, Beorpaj churi Balaampaj millai ñanta catircacuna. Chai Balaamca, cullquita japingaraicullami, millaita ruranaman rirca.

My beloved is mine and I am his;
    he browses among the lilies.

Pai chai mana allita ruranaman ricujpica, aparij upa burromi gente shina rimarca. Chai burro jarcajpimi, yuyai chingarishca shina mana allita ruranaman ricushcata jarcarirca.

Until the day breaks
    and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved,
    and be like a gazelle
or like a young stag
    on the rugged hills.^[d]