Song of Solomon 4
1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Ng’olabika bulungi, gwe njagala, laba ondabikidde bulungi. Amaaso go mayiba mu lugoye mw’ogabisse. Enviiri zo ziri ng’eggana ly’embuzi eziserengeta okuva ku lusozi Gireyaadi.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Amannyo go gali ng’ekisibo ky’endiga nga kye zijje zisalibweko ebyoya, nga ziva okunaazibwa. Buli emu nnongo eri n’ennongo ginnaayo, so tewali eri yokka.
3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
Emimwa gyo giri ng’ewuzi ey’olugoye olutwakaavu; n’akamwa ko kandabikira bulungi. Amatama go mu lugoye lw’ogabisseeko gali ng’ekitundu ky’ekkomamawanga.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
Ensingo yo eri ng’omulongooti gwa Dawudi, ogwatereezebwa obulungi; ne ku gwo nga kuliko engabo lukumi, zonna nga ngabo z’abasajja abalwanyi.
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
Amabeere go gombi gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, ab’empeewo, nga balongo, abaliira mu malanga.
6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Okutuusa obudde nga bukedde, n’ebisiikirize nga biweddewo, ndigenda ku lusozi olunene olwa mooli ne ku kasozi ak’omugavu.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
Ng’olabika bulungi wenna, omwagalwa wange, toliiko bbala na limu.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Jjangu tuve mu Lebanooni, omugole wange, jjangu tuve mu Lebanooni. Lengera okuva ku ntikko ya Amana, n’okuva ku ntikko ya Seniri ne ku ntikko ya Kerumooni, n’okuva mu mpuku ey’empologoma, ne ku nsozi ez’engo.
9 You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
Osenzesenze omutima gwange, mwannyinaze, omugole wange; otutte omutima gwange, ne munye y’eriiso lyo gy’onkubye, n’omukuufu ogumu ogw’omu bulago bwo.
10 How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
Ng’okwagala kwo kulungi mwannyinaze, omugole wange, okwagala kwo nga kusinga nnyo envinnyo, n’akawoowo ak’amafuta go kasinga eby’akawoowo eby’engeri zonna obulungi.
11 Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
Emimwa gyo gitonnya obuwoomi ng’ebisenge eby’omubisi gw’enjuki, omugole wange; amata n’omubisi gw’enjuki biri wansi w’olulimi lwo. Akaloosa ak’ebyambalo byo kali ng’akawoowo ak’e Lebanooni.
12 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
Oli nnimiro eyasimbibwa, mwannyinaze, omugole wange, era oli luzzi olwasibibwa, ensulo eyateekebwako akabonero.
13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
Ebimera byo nnimiro ya mikomamawanga, erina ebibala byonna eby’omuwendo, ne kofera n’emiti egy’omugavu
14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
n’omugavu ne kalikomu, ne kalamo ne kinamoni, n’emiti egy’ebika by’omugavu byonna, ne mooli ne alowe, wamu n’eby’akawoowo byonna ebisinga obulungi.
15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
Oli nsulo ya nnimiro, oluzzi olw’amazzi amalamu, olukulukuta okuva mu Lebanooni.
16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
Zuukuka gwe empewo ey’obukiikakkono, naawe empewo ey’obukiikaddyo jjangu. Mukuntire ku nnimiro yange, akaloosa, kaayo akalungi kasaasaane wonna, Muleke muganzi wange ajje mu nnimiro ye, alye ebibala byamu eby’omuwendo.
