Song of Solomon 3
1 By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
Butu mobimba, na mbeto na ngai, nazali koluka mobali oyo motema na ngai elingaka; naluki ye, kasi namonaki ye te.
2 I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
Esengeli na ngai kolamuka sik’oyo mpe kobima libanda ya engumba, na balabala na yango mpe na bisika oyo bato nyonso bakutanaka; nakoluka mobali oyo motema na ngai elingaka. Nalukaki ye, kasi namonaki ye te.
3 The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
Bakengeli bamonaki ngai tango bazalaki koleka-leka na balabala ya engumba. Natunaki bango: « Bomoneli ngai te mobali oyo motema na ngai elingaka? »
4 I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
Tango kaka nalekaki bango, mbala moko, namonaki mobali oyo motema na ngai elingaka. Nakangaki ye mpe natikaki ye lisusu te kokende. Namemaki ye kino na ndako ya mama na ngai, na shambre ya mwasi oyo abotaki ngai.
5 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
Bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi, nabondeli bino na kombo ya mboloko mpe ya mbuli ya bilanga: Bolamusa Bolingo na ngai te liboso ete ye moko akoma na posa ya kolamuka.
6 Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
Nani oyo abimi na esobe lokola molinga oyo ezali komata, azali kobimisa solo ya malasi ya mire mpe ya ansa, oyo basali na biloko ya mike-mike ya solo kitoko ya moto ya mombongo?
7 See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
Tala! Ezali nde tsipoyi ya mokonzi Salomo! Basoda na ye ya mpiko, bato ya lokumu ya Isalaele, tuku motoba nde bamemi yango.
8 All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
Bango nyonso balati mipanga; bango nyonso bazali makasi na bitumba, baselingwa mpo na bitumba ya butu.
9 King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
Mokonzi Salomo asalisaki tsipoyi; basalaki yango na mabaya ya mboka Libani.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
Basalaki bisimbelo na yango na palata, mokongo na yango, na wolo. Balatisaki evandelo na yango bilamba ya motuya ya langi ya motane makasi. Bongo, bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi babongisaki kati na yango na motema ya bolingo.
11 Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
Bino bilenge basi ya Siona, bobima; botala ndenge nini mokonzi Salomo alati motole, motole oyo mama na ye alatisaki ye na mokolo ya libala na ye, na mokolo oyo motema na ye ezalaki na esengo.
