Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Oluyimba lwa Sulemaani olusinga ennyimba zonna.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
Leka annywegere n’emimwa gye kubanga okwagala kwo kusinga envinnyo,
3 Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
n’amafuta go gawunya akaloosa akalungi; erinnya lyo liri ng’amafuta agattululwa, era abawala kyebava bakwagala.
4 Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
Baako ne gy’ontwala, yanguwa! Kabaka ansembezezza kumpi nnyo antutte mu bisenge bye. Abemikwano Tunaasanyuka ne tukujagulizaamu; era tunaatendereza okwagala kwo okusinga envinnyo. Omwagalwa Nga batuufu okukwegomba!
5 I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Ndi muddugavu, ndi mulungi, Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi muli ng’eweema ez’e Kedali, era ng’entimbe za Sulemaani.
6 Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
Temuntunuulira kubanga ndi muddugavu, olw’okuba omusana gunjokezza. Batabani ba mmange baansunguwalira; ne bandagira okukuuma ennimiro ez’emizabbibu. Ennimiro yange ngigayaaliridde.
7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
Ntegeeza ggwe gwe njagala, gy’oliisiza ekisibo kyo, ne gy’owumuliza endiga zo mu ssaawa ez’omu ttuntu. Lwaki mbeera ng’omukazi eyeebisse amaaso nga nninaanye ebisibo eby’abanywanyi bo?
8 If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
Bw’oba nga tomanyi, ggwe omukyala asinga bonna obulungi, goberera ekkubo endiga lye zikutte, ogende oliisize embuzi zo ento, okumpi n’eweema z’abasumba.
9 I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Omwagalwa wange, nkugeraageranya n’embalaasi esika amagaali ga Falaawo.
10 Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
Amatama go galabika bulungi ng’oyambadde ebikomo eby’oku matu, n’ensingo yo nerabika bulungi ng’erimu eby’omu bulago eby’omuwendo.
11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
Tunaakukolera eby’oku matu ebya zaabu, nga birina amapeesa aga ffeeza.
12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
Kabaka bwe yali ng’atudde ku mmeeza ye, akawoowo kange ne kamuwunyira bulungi.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ensawo eya kaloosa aka mooli gye ndi, ng’awummulidde mu kifuba kyange.
14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ekiganda eky’ebimuli ebya kofera ebivudde mu nnimiro ez’emizabbibu ez’e Engedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
Laba, oli mubalagavu, omwagalwa wange oli mubalagavu olabika bulungi. Amaaso go mayiba.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Olabika bulungi muganzi wange, era onsanyusa. Ekitanda kyaffe kya muddo muto.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Emikiikiro gy’ennyumba yaffe mivule, n’enzooba zaffe nkanaga.
