Song of Solomon 5
1 Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.
Oh molingami na ngai, mwasi na ngai ya motema; nayei na elanga na ngai, nayei kobuka mbuma na ngai oyo basalelaka malasi ya mire, nayei kobuka biloko na ngai ya mike-mike ya solo kitoko, nayei kolia mafuta na ngai ya nzoyi, nayei komela vino mpe miliki na ngai. Oh baninga, bolia mpe bomela na bino, bomela mpe bolangwa na bino, balingami na ngai.
2 I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
Nalalaki, kasi makanisi na ngai ezalaki ya kolamuka. Yoka! Mongongo ya molingami na ngai ezali koyokana na ekuke! « Molingami na ngai, mwasi na ngai ya motema, ebenga na ngai, oyo azali kitoko koleka mpo na ngai, fungolela ngai ndako, pamba te moto na ngai etondi na londende, mpe suki na ngai epoli na matanga ya londende ya butu. »
3 I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Nasili kolongola nzambala na ngai, nalata yango lisusu? Nasili kosukola makolo na ngai, nabebisa yango lisusu?
4 My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch.
Mobali na ngai ya motema akotisi loboko na ye na lidusu ya ekuke, bongo motema na ngai ekomi kobeta mpo na ye.
5 I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh.
Natelemaki mpo na kokende kofungolela mobali na ngai ya motema ndako, mpe maboko na ngai ebimisaki solo ya malasi ya mire, misapi na ngai etangisaki yango na bikangelo ya ndako.
6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me.
Nafungolelaki mobali na ngai ya motema ndako, kasi akendeki na ye mpe alimwaki. Nakweyaki mayanga wana azalaki koloba; nalukaki ye, kasi namonaki ye lisusu te; nabengaki ye, kasi ayanolaki ngai te.
7 The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Tango bakengeli ya mir bazalaki koleka-leka kati na engumba, bamonaki ngai, babetaki ngai, bazokisaki ngai mpe balongolaki ngai vwale na moto.
8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.
Oh bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi, nabondeli bino, soki bomoni mobali na ngai, bokoloba na ye nini? Boloba na ye ete nabeli maladi ya bolingo.
9 What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us?
Oh mwasi oyo aleki basi nyonso na kitoko, mobali na yo aleki mibali mosusu na nini? Nini penza ya malonga oyo mobali na yo azali na yango, oyo eleki mibali mosusu mpo ete oloba na biso boye?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands.
Mobali na ngai azali na poso pembe, azali moto oyo asimba bendele kati na mibali nkoto zomi.
11 His head is as the finest gold: his locks as branches of palm trees, black as a raven.
Moto na ye ezali lokola wolo ya peto, suki na ye elingama-lingama, mpe azali mwindo lokola yanganga.
12 His eyes as doves upon brooks of waters, which are washed with milk, and sit beside the plentiful streams.
Miso na ye ezali kitoko lokola bibenga pembeni ya moluka, ezali lokola basukolaka yango na miliki mpe avandaka kati na sani ya bomengo.
13 His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh.
Matama na ye ezali lokola mikala ya banzete ya malasi, lokola ekolo ya bafololo ya solo kitoko; bibebu na ye ezali lokola fololo oyo babengaka lisi oyo ebimisaka mire ya kitoko.
14 His hands are turned and as of gold, full of hyacinths. His belly as of ivory, set with sapphires.
Maboko na ye ezali lokola bapete ya wolo oyo batia mabanga ya Krizolite. Nzoto na ye ezali lokola pembe ya nzoko oyo babongisi mpe babakisi mabanga ya safiri.
15 His legs as pillars of marble, that are set upon bases of gold. His form as of Libanus, excellent as the cedars.
Makolo na ye ezali lokola makonzi ya mabanga ya marbre oyo evandi likolo ya moboko ya wolo ya peto. Azali lokola bangomba ya Libani, kitoko lokola banzete ya sedele ya Libani.
16 His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Elobeli na ye esalaka elengi na motema, mpe nzoto na ye mobimba esalaka ete balula ye. Tala ndenge mobali na ngai ya motema, molingami na ngai, azali, oh bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi!
