Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
Muganzi wo alaze wa, ggwe akira abakyala bonna obulungi? Muganzi wo yakutte lya wa tumukunoonyezeeko?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Muganzi wange aserengese mu nnimiro ye, mu misiri egy’ebirime ebyakaloosa, okulabirira ennimiro ye n’okunoga amalanga.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
Muganzi wange, wange, nange ndi wuwe; anoonyeza mu malanga.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Oli mubalagavu nga Tiruza, omwagalwa wange, omulungi nga Yerusaalemi, era ow’ekitiibwa ng’eggye eririna ebendera.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Tontunuulira nnyo kubanga amaaso go gantawanya. Enviiri zo ziri ng’ekisibo eky’embuzi, eziserengeta okuva e Gireyaadi.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
Amannyo go gali ng’ekisibo eky’endiga eziva okunaazibwa; buli emu nnongo eri n’ennongo ginnaayo, so tewali eri yokka.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Obwenyi bwo bw’obisse mu lugoye, buli ng’ebitundu by’amakomamawanga.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
Ne bwe walibeerawo bakabaka abakazi nkaaga, n’abazaana kinaana, n’abawala embeerera abatamanyiddwa muwendo,
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
ejjiba lyange, owange ataliiko bbala, ow’enjawulo, mwana muwala eyazaalibwa yekka, ayagalibwa ennyo nnyina okusinga abalala, y’ansingira mu bonna. Abawala baamulaba ne bamuyita wa mukisa; bakabaka abakazi n’abazaana baamutenda.
10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
Ani ono alabika ng’emmambya, omulungi ng’omwezi, atangalijja ng’enjuba, alina ekitiibwa ng’eky’emunnyeenye?
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Naserengeta mu nnimiro ey’emiti egy’ensigo okwetegereza okumulisa okw’ebimera eby’omu kiwonvu, okulaba omuzabbibu obanga gwamulisa, n’okulaba emikomamawanga oba nga gyamera.
12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
Bwe nnali nkyali awo emmeeme yange n’egenda eri amagaali ag’obwakabaka ag’omu bantu bange.
13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
Komawo, Komawo, ggwe Omusulamu; komawo, komawo tukutunuleko. Owoomukwano Lwaki mutunuulira Omusulamu ng’abali ku mazina ga Makanayimu?
