Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
Oh mwasi oyo aleki basi nyonso na kitoko, mobali na yo akei wapi? Akoti nzela nini mpo ete tosunga yo mpo na koluka ye?
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.
Mobali na ngai akei na elanga na ye, na mikala ya banzete ya solo kitoko mpo na koleisa bibwele na ye mpe kobuka fololo oyo babengaka lisi.
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Nazali mpo na mobali na ngai, mpe mobali na ngai azali mpo ngai. Azali koleisa bibwele na ye na bilanga ya bafololo oyo babengaka lisi.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Oh mwasi na ngai ya motema, ozali kitoko lokola engumba ya Tiritsa; elongi na yo ezali kitoko lokola engumba Yelusalemi; obangisaka lokola mampinga ya basoda na se ya bendele na bango.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
Tika kotala ngai, pamba te miso na yo ezali kokweyisa ngai mayanga. Suki na yo ezali lokola etonga ya bantaba ya basi oyo ewutaka na Galadi.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Minu na yo ezali lokola etonga ya bameme oyo bawuti kosukola. Meme moko na moko ezali na lipasa na yango, moko te ezangi mwana.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Matama na yo, na se ya vwale, ezali lokola liboke ya bambuma ya grenade.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Mokonzi akoki kozala na basi tuku motoba, bamakangu tuku mwambe mpe bilenge basi ebele penza.
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
Kasi ebenga na ngai, mwasi na ngai oyo akoka na nyonso, azali kaka ye moko; azali kaka ye moko mwana mwasi ya mama na ye, oyo aleki kitoko na libumu ya mama oyo abota ye. Tango bilenge basi bamonaka ye, balulaka ye mpe batatolaka ete azali mwasi na esengo. Basi ya bakonzi mpe bamakangu bakumisaka ye soki bamoni ye.
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
Nani oyo azali komonana lokola moyi ya tongo, kitoko lokola sanza, azali kongenga lokola moyi, abangisaka lokola mampinga ya basoda na se ya bendele na bango?
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
Nakendeki na elanga ya bakokoti mpo na koluka milona kati na lubwaku, mpo na kotala soki banzete ya vino ebandi kobimisa mito to banzete ya grenade ebandi kobimisa bafololo.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
Nasosolaki te ndenge nini molimo na ngai ememaki ngai kino na bashar ya mokonzi ya bato na ngai.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Zonga, zonga, oh mwasi ya Sulami! Zonga, zonga mpo ete tokoka kotala yo malamu! Mpo na nini bolingi kotala malamu mwasi ya Sulami ndenge batalaka mabina ya mindule ya masanga mibale?
