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 thy love is better than wine.
Leka annywegere n’emimwa gye kubanga okwagala kwo kusinga envinnyo,
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
n’amafuta go gawunya akaloosa akalungi; erinnya lyo liri ng’amafuta agattululwa, era abawala kyebava bakwagala.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
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 ye 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 upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine 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 thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy 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 thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy 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 thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Omwagalwa wange, nkugeraageranya n’embalaasi esika amagaali ga Falaawo.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy 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 thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
Tunaakukolera eby’oku matu ebya zaabu, nga birina amapeesa aga ffeeza.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
Kabaka bwe yali ng’atudde ku mmeeza ye, akawoowo kange ne kamuwunyira bulungi.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ensawo eya kaloosa aka mooli gye ndi, ng’awummulidde mu kifuba kyange.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En–gedi.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ekiganda eky’ebimuli ebya kofera ebivudde mu nnimiro ez’emizabbibu ez’e Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
Laba, oli mubalagavu, omwagalwa wange oli mubalagavu olabika bulungi. Amaaso go mayiba.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, 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.
