Song of Solomon 2
1 Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
Nazali lokola fololo oyo ebotaka na etando ya Saroni, fololo oyo babengaka lisi ya lubwaku.
2 Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.
Ndenge fololo oyo babengaka lisi ezalaka kati na banzube, ndenge wana mpe mwasi na ngai ya motema azalaka kati na bilenge basi.
3 Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
Ndenge nzete ya pome ezalaka kati na banzete ya zamba, ndenge wana mpe mobali na ngai azalaka kati na bilenge mibali. Nasepelaka kovanda na se ya elilingi na ye, mpe mbuma na ye ezalaka elengi na monoko na ngai.
4 He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
Amemaki ngai na esika oyo bamelaka masanga, mpe bendele na ye likolo na ngai ezali bolingo.
5 Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
Lendisa ngai na bagato oyo basali na bambuma ya vino, sunga ngai na bapome, pamba te nabeli maladi ya bolingo.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Tika ete loboko na ye ya mwasi ezala na se ya moto na ngai, mpe loboko na ye ya mobali ekanga ngai nzoto!
7 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
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.
8 Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
Yoka mongongo ya Bolingo na ngai! Tala ye wana! Ye wana azali koya, azali kopumbwa na likolo ya bangomba, azali kodenda na likolo ya bangomba mike.
9 My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
Molingami na ngai azali lokola mboloko to mwana ya mbuli. Tala ye wana! Atelemi na sima ya mir na biso, azali kotala na lininisa, azali kotala na mayele na kiyungulu ya lininisa.
10 Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
Molingami na ngai alobi mpe ayebisi ngai: « Mwasi na ngai ya motema, telema; mwasi na ngai ya kitoko, yaka epai na ngai!
11 For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
Pamba te, tala eleko ya malili esili koleka, bamvula esili mpe ekeyi.
12 The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
Bafololo ebimi na mboka, tango ya koyemba banzembo ekoki. Makelele ya banzembo ya bibenga ekomi lisusu koyokana na mokili.
13 The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
Nzete ya figi ebimisi bambuma na yango ya liboso, bafololo ya bilanga ya vino ekomi kopanza solo na yango ya kitoko. Mwasi na ngai ya motema, telema; mwasi na ngai ya kitoko, yaka epai na ngai.
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
Ebenga na ngai oyo obombami kati na madusu ya mabanga, kati na madusu ya bangomba, monisa ngai ata elongi na yo mpe sala ete nayoka ata mongongo na yo, pamba te mongongo na yo ezalaka elengi mpe elongi na yo ezalaka kitoko mingi! »
15 Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
Bokangela biso bambwa ya zamba mpe bana na yango oyo ezali kobebisa bilanga na biso ya vino, pamba te bilanga na biso ya vino ebimisi bafololo.
16 Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies,
Mobali na ngai ya bolingo azali ya ngai, mpe ngai nazali ya ye; aleisaka bibwele na ye na bilanga oyo etondi na bafololo oyo babengaka lisi.
17 until the day rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
Mobali na ngai ya bolingo, zonga; awa moyi ebandi kobima mpe molili ekimi, zala lokola mboloko to mwana ya mbuli na bangomba ya Beteli.
