Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
Oh molingami na ngai, mwasi na ngai ya motema; nayei na elanga na ngai, nayei kobuka mbuma na ngai oyo basalelaka malasi ya mire, nayei kobuka biloko na ngai ya mike-mike ya solo kitoko, nayei kolia mafuta na ngai ya nzoyi, nayei komela vino mpe miliki na ngai. Oh baninga, bolia mpe bomela na bino, bomela mpe bolangwa na bino, balingami na ngai.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Nalalaki, kasi makanisi na ngai ezalaki ya kolamuka. Yoka! Mongongo ya molingami na ngai ezali koyokana na ekuke! « Molingami na ngai, mwasi na ngai ya motema, ebenga na ngai, oyo azali kitoko koleka mpo na ngai, fungolela ngai ndako, pamba te moto na ngai etondi na londende, mpe suki na ngai epoli na matanga ya londende ya butu. »
3 I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
Nasili kolongola nzambala na ngai, nalata yango lisusu? Nasili kosukola makolo na ngai, nabebisa yango lisusu?
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
Mobali na ngai ya motema akotisi loboko na ye na lidusu ya ekuke, bongo motema na ngai ekomi kobeta mpo na ye.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
Natelemaki mpo na kokende kofungolela mobali na ngai ya motema ndako, mpe maboko na ngai ebimisaki solo ya malasi ya mire, misapi na ngai etangisaki yango na bikangelo ya ndako.
6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
Nafungolelaki mobali na ngai ya motema ndako, kasi akendeki na ye mpe alimwaki. Nakweyaki mayanga wana azalaki koloba; nalukaki ye, kasi namonaki ye lisusu te; nabengaki ye, kasi ayanolaki ngai te.
7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
Tango bakengeli ya mir bazalaki koleka-leka kati na engumba, bamonaki ngai, babetaki ngai, bazokisaki ngai mpe balongolaki ngai vwale na moto.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
Oh bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi, nabondeli bino, soki bomoni mobali na ngai, bokoloba na ye nini? Boloba na ye ete nabeli maladi ya bolingo.
9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
Oh mwasi oyo aleki basi nyonso na kitoko, mobali na yo aleki mibali mosusu na nini? Nini penza ya malonga oyo mobali na yo azali na yango, oyo eleki mibali mosusu mpo ete oloba na biso boye?
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Mobali na ngai azali na poso pembe, azali moto oyo asimba bendele kati na mibali nkoto zomi.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
Moto na ye ezali lokola wolo ya peto, suki na ye elingama-lingama, mpe azali mwindo lokola yanganga.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
Miso na ye ezali kitoko lokola bibenga pembeni ya moluka, ezali lokola basukolaka yango na miliki mpe avandaka kati na sani ya bomengo.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
Matama na ye ezali lokola mikala ya banzete ya malasi, lokola ekolo ya bafololo ya solo kitoko; bibebu na ye ezali lokola fololo oyo babengaka lisi oyo ebimisaka mire ya kitoko.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
Maboko na ye ezali lokola bapete ya wolo oyo batia mabanga ya Krizolite. Nzoto na ye ezali lokola pembe ya nzoko oyo babongisi mpe babakisi mabanga ya safiri.
15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
Makolo na ye ezali lokola makonzi ya mabanga ya marbre oyo evandi likolo ya moboko ya wolo ya peto. Azali lokola bangomba ya Libani, kitoko lokola banzete ya sedele ya Libani.
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Elobeli na ye esalaka elengi na motema, mpe nzoto na ye mobimba esalaka ete balula ye. Tala ndenge mobali na ngai ya motema, molingami na ngai, azali, oh bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi!
