Song of Solomon 1
Oyo nde nzembo oyo eleki kitoko kati na banzembo ya Salomo.
2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
Tika ete bibebu na yo epesa ngai beze, pamba te bolingo na yo eleki vino na elengi.
3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
Solo ya malasi na yo ezali kitoko, mobimba na yo ezali lokola solo ya malasi ya kitoko oyo epanzani; yango wana bilenge basi balingaka yo!
4 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
Tokende na yo elongo, tokima mbangu! Mokonzi akotisi ngai na bashambre na ye! Tovanda elongo na esengo mpe tosepela na tina na yo, tosanzola bolingo na yo, oyo eleki vino ya kitoko na elengi. Solo, ezali na pamba te nde basi balulaka yo!
5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Oh bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi, nazali mwindo, kasi nazali kitoko! Solo, nazali mwindo lokola bandako ya kapo ya Kedari, lokola barido ya kitoko na ndako ya kapo ya Salomo.
6 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
Kokamwa ngai te mpo ete nazali mwindo, pamba te moyi nde eyindisi ngai. Bana mibali ya mama na ngai basilikelaki ngai, bakomisaki ngai mokengeli bilanga ya vino. Solo, bilanga na ngai moko ya vino, nazalaki kokoka lisusu te kokengela yango.
7 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
Oh mobali oyo ngai nalingaka, yebisa ngai esika nini oleisaka bibwele na yo, esika nini opemisaka bampate na yo na midi! Mpo na nini nazala lokola mwasi oyo azali koyengayenga sima na bibwele ya baninga na yo?
8 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
Oh mwasi oyo aleki basi nyonso na kitoko, soki oyebi yango te, landa kaka matambe ya bibwele, na banzela oyo yango elekeli, mpe leisa bana bantaba ya basi na yo pembeni ya bandako ya kapo ya babateli bibwele.
9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
Oh bolingo na ngai, nazali komona yo lokola mpunda ya mwasi oyo ebendaka shar ya Faraon.
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
Matama na yo ezalaka kitoko kati na biloko ya matoyi, mpe kingo na yo ebongaka na mayaka.
11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
Tokolukela yo biloko ya matoyi ya wolo oyo batia bambuma ya mike-mike ya palata.
12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
Tango mokonzi azalaki kolia na mesa na ye, malasi na ngai ya nare ezalaki kopanza solo na yango ya kitoko.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
Molingami na ngai azali mpo na ngai lokola liboke ya malasi ya mire, akolekisa butu na ye na kati-kati ya mabele na ngai.
14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Molingami na ngai azali mpo na ngai lokola liboke ya bambuma ya ene oyo ewutaka na bilanga ya vino ya Eyini-Gedi.
15 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
Oh mwasi na ngai ya motema, ozali kitoko! Solo, ozali penza kitoko makasi! Miso na yo elala lokola ebenga.
16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
Mobali na ngai, tala ndenge nini ozali kitoko! Ozali penza elengi. Mbeto na biso ezali nde matiti ya mobesu,
17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
makonzi ya ndako na biso esalemi na banzete ya sedele, mpe balate na yango, na banzete ya sipele.
