Song of Solomon 2
1 I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
Ndi kimuli kya looza ekya Saloni, eddanga ery’omu biwonvu.
2 Just as a lily stands out among the brambles, so you, my darling, stand out among other women.
Ng’eddanga mu maggwa, gwe njagala ennyo bw’ali bw’atyo mu baweereza abakazi.
3 My love is like an apple tree among the forest trees, compared to other young men. I love to sit down in his shade and his fruit tastes sweet to me.
Ng’omucungwa mu miti egy’omu kibira, aŋŋanza bw’ali bw’atyo mu bavubuka. Neesiima okutuula mu kisiikirize kye, n’ekibala kye kimpomera.
4 He took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.
Yantwala ku kijjulo, n’okwagala kwe ne ku mmaamira.
5 Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!
Munzizeemu amaanyi n’ezabbibu enkalu, mumbuddeebudde n’emicungwa kubanga okwagala kunzirisizza.
6 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
Omukono gwe ogwa kkono guli wansi wa mutwe gwange, n’omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gumpambatira.
7 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me by the gazelles or the wild deer that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, mbakuutira, ng’empeewo n’enjaza ez’omu ttale, temusisimula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa nga kweyagalidde.
8 Listen! I hear the voice of my love! Look! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping over the hills—
Wuliriza omwagalwa wange, Laba, ajja ng’abuukirabuukira ku nsozi, ng’azinira ku busozi.
9 my love is like a gazelle or a young deer! Look, he's there, standing behind our wall, looking through the window, peering through the screen.
Omwagalwa wange ali ng’empeewo oba ennangaazi ento. Laba ayimiridde emabega w’olukomera lwaffe, Alingiza mu madirisa, alabikira mu mulimu ogulukibwa ogw’omu ddirisa.
10 My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!
Omwagalwa wange yaŋŋamba nti, “Golokoka, Owoomukwano, omulungi wange, ojje tugende,
11 Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.
kubanga laba ttoggo aweddeko, n’enkuba eweddeyo.
12 Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.
Ebimuli bimulisizza, n’ebiro eby’okuyimba bituuse, era n’okukaaba kw’amayiba kuwulirwa mu nsi.
13 Fig trees start producing ripe fruit, while grape vines blossom, giving off their fragrance. Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me!”
Omutiini gubala ettiini zaagwo, n’emizabbibu gimulisizza ne gibunya akawoowo kaagyo. Golokoka Owoomukwano, omulungi wange ojje tugende.”
14 My dove is out of sight in the crevices of the rock, in the hiding places of the cliff. Please let me see you! Let me hear you! For you speak so sweetly, and you look so beautiful!
Ggwe ejjiba lyange, eribeera mu njatika ez’omu njazi, mu bwekwekero obw’amayinja, ndaga amaaso go, ka mpulire eddoboozi lyo, kubanga eddoboozi lyo ddungi nnyo, n’amaaso go gasanyusa.
15 Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!
Tukwatire ebibe, obube obutono, obwonoona ennimiro ez’emizabbibu, kubanga ennimiro zaffe ez’emizabbibu zimulisizza.
16 My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds among the lilies,
Muganzi wange, wange nzekka, era nange ndi wuwe; aliisiza ekisibo kye mu malanga,
17 until the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear. Come back to me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the split mountains.
okutuusa obudde nga bukedde n’ebisiikirize nga biddukidde ddala; okyuke omwagalwa wange obe ng’empeewo oba ennangaazi ento ku busozi obw’e Beseri.
