Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
Ebigere byo nga birabika bulungi mu ngatto, ggwe omumbejja! Amagulu go gali ng’amayinja ag’omuwendo, omulimu gw’omuweesi omukalabakalaba.
2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
Ekkundi lyo kibya kyekulungirivu, ekitaggwaamu nvinnyo entabule obulungi. Ekiwato kyo ntuumu ya ŋŋaano eyeetooloddwa amalanga.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
Amabeere go gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, abalongo.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
Ensingo yo eri ng’omunaala ogw’amasanga. Amaaso go gali ng’ebidiba eby’omu Kesuboni ebiri ku mulyango ogw’e Basulabbimu. Ennyindo yo eri ng’omulongooti ogw’e Lebanooni ogwolekera Ddamasiko.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
Omutwe gwo gukuwoomera ng’olusozi Kalumeeri, n’enviiri zo ziranga emiguwa egy’effulungu; Kabaka asendebwasendebwa ebintu byakwo.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
Ng’olabika bulungi, ng’osanyusa ggwe omwagalwa n’obulungi bwo.
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
Oli muwanvu ng’olukindu, n’amabeere go gali ng’ebirimba eby’ebibala byakwo.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
Nayogera nti, “Ndirinnya olukindu, era ndikwata ebibala byalwo.” Amabeere go gabeere ng’ebirimba eby’oku muzabbibu, n’akawoowo ak’omu kamwa ko ng’ebibala eby’omucungwa
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
n’akamwa ko nga nvinnyo esinga obulungi. Omwagalwa Ne wayini amirwe bulungi muganzi wange, ng’akulukuta mpola mpola ku mimwa gy’abo abeebase.
10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
Ndi wa muganzi wange, era naye anjagala nnyo.
11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
Jjangu, muganzi wange tugende ebweru w’ekibuga, tusuleko mu byalo.
12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
Tukeere tugende mu nnimiro z’emizabbibu, tulabe obanga emizabbibu gimulisizza, obanga n’ebimuli byagwo byanjuluzza, obanga n’emikomamawanga gimulisizza, era eyo gye nnaakulagira okwagala kwange.
13 The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.
Amadudayimu gawunya akawoowo, ne ku miryango gyaffe waliwo ebibala ebisinga obulungi, Ebyakanogebwa awamu n’ebikadde, bye nkuterekedde muganzi wange.
