Song of Songs 7
1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
Oh elenge mwasi ya lokumu! Makolo na yo ebimaka kitoko soki olati basandale. Zingazinga ya loketo na yo ezali lokola lopete oyo esalemi na maboko ya basali bikeko.
2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Motolu na yo ezali lokola kopo ya kitoko oyo ezangaka vino ya kitoko te. Libumu na yo ezali lokola mopiku ya ble oyo ezingami na fololo oyo babengaka lisi.
3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
Mabele na yo nyonso mibale ezali lokola bana mapasa mibale ya mboloko.
4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
Kingo na yo ezali lokola ndako molayi oyo batonga na pembe ya nzoko. Miso na yo ezali lokola maziba ya engumba Eshiboni, pembeni ya ekuke ya Bati-Rabimi. Zolo na yo ezali lokola ndako molayi ya Libani oyo etalani na Damasi.
5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
Moto na yo ezali lokola ngomba Karimeli, mpe suki ya moto na yo ezali lokola elamba ya motane; mokonzi akangami na mazita na yango.
6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
Oh tala ndenge ozali penza kitoko! Bolingo na ngai, osalaka esengo ya motema na ngai; kitoko na yo esalaka ngai esengo na motema!
7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
Molayi na yo ezali lokola nzete ya mbila, mabele na yo ezali lokola maboke ya bambuma.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
Namilobeli: « Nakomata na nzete ya mbila, nakobuka bambuma na yango! » Tika ete mabele na yo ezala lokola maboke ya bambuma ya vino! Tika ete solo ya monoko na yo ezala lokola bapome!
9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
Mpe tika ete monoko na yo ezala lokola vino ya kitoko koleka! Tika ete vino yango esopanela bolingo na ngai na pete, eleka na bibebu ya bato oyo bazali kolala.
10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
Ngai, nazali ya mobali na ngai; mpe ye, azalaka kaka na posa na ngai.
11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Yaka, mobali na ngai; tika ete tokende na biso na elanga, tolekisa butu na biso kati na mboka!
12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
Na tongo, tokokende na bilanga ya vino mpo na kotala soki banzete ya vino ebandi kobimisa bafololo, soki mito na yango efungwami, mpe soki banzete ya bambuma ya grenade ebimisi bafololo. Kuna nde nakopesa yo babeze na ngai.
13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
Bambuma ya mandragore ezali kobimisa solo na yango; mpe na ekuke na biso, tozali na bambuma nyonso ya kitoko: ezala ya sika to ya kala, oyo nabombeli yo, mobali na ngai ya motema.
