Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon. A lily of the valleys.
Ndi kimuli kya looza ekya Saloni, eddanga ery’omu biwonvu.
2 As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
Ng’eddanga mu maggwa, gwe njagala ennyo bw’ali bw’atyo mu baweereza abakazi.
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.
Ng’omucungwa mu miti egy’omu kibira, aŋŋanza bw’ali bw’atyo mu bavubuka. Neesiima okutuula mu kisiikirize kye, n’ekibala kye kimpomera.
4 He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love.
Yantwala ku kijjulo, n’okwagala kwe ne ku mmaamira.
5 Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love.
Munzizeemu amaanyi n’ezabbibu enkalu, mumbuddeebudde n’emicungwa kubanga okwagala kunzirisizza.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
Omukono gwe ogwa kkono guli wansi wa mutwe gwange, n’omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gumpambatira.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, mbakuutira, ng’empeewo n’enjaza ez’omu ttale, temusisimula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa nga kweyagalidde.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Wuliriza omwagalwa wange, Laba, ajja ng’abuukirabuukira ku nsozi, ng’azinira ku busozi.
9 My 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.
Omwagalwa wange ali ng’empeewo oba ennangaazi ento. Laba ayimiridde emabega w’olukomera lwaffe, Alingiza mu madirisa, alabikira mu mulimu ogulukibwa ogw’omu ddirisa.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Omwagalwa wange yaŋŋamba nti, “Golokoka, Owoomukwano, omulungi wange, ojje tugende,
11 For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
kubanga laba ttoggo aweddeko, n’enkuba eweddeyo.
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Ebimuli bimulisizza, n’ebiro eby’okuyimba bituuse, era n’okukaaba kw’amayiba kuwulirwa mu nsi.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Omutiini gubala ettiini zaagwo, n’emizabbibu gimulisizza ne gibunya akawoowo kaagyo. Golokoka Owoomukwano, omulungi wange ojje tugende.”
14 O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Ggwe ejjiba lyange, eribeera mu njatika ez’omu njazi, mu bwekwekero obw’amayinja, ndaga amaaso go, ka mpulire eddoboozi lyo, kubanga eddoboozi lyo ddungi nnyo, n’amaaso go gasanyusa.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.
Tukwatire ebibe, obube obutono, obwonoona ennimiro ez’emizabbibu, kubanga ennimiro zaffe ez’emizabbibu zimulisizza.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.
Muganzi wange, wange nzekka, era nange ndi wuwe; aliisiza ekisibo kye mu malanga,
17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
okutuusa obudde nga bukedde n’ebisiikirize nga biddukidde ddala; okyuke omwagalwa wange obe ng’empeewo oba ennangaazi ento ku busozi obw’e Beseri.
