Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
Ebigere byo nga birabika bulungi mu ngatto, ggwe omumbejja! Amagulu go gali ng’amayinja ag’omuwendo, omulimu gw’omuweesi omukalabakalaba.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.
Ekkundi lyo kibya kyekulungirivu, ekitaggwaamu nvinnyo entabule obulungi. Ekiwato kyo ntuumu ya ŋŋaano eyeetooloddwa amalanga.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
Amabeere go gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, abalongo.
4 Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Ensingo yo eri ng’omunaala ogw’amasanga. Amaaso go gali ng’ebidiba eby’omu Kesuboni ebiri ku mulyango ogw’e Basulabbimu. Ennyindo yo eri ng’omulongooti ogw’e Lebanooni ogwolekera Ddamasiko.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.
Omutwe gwo gukuwoomera ng’olusozi Kalumeeri, n’enviiri zo ziranga emiguwa egy’effulungu; Kabaka asendebwasendebwa ebintu byakwo.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
Ng’olabika bulungi, ng’osanyusa ggwe omwagalwa n’obulungi bwo.
7 This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
Oli muwanvu ng’olukindu, n’amabeere go gali ng’ebirimba eby’ebibala byakwo.
8 I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
Nayogera nti, “Ndirinnya olukindu, era ndikwata ebibala byalwo.” Amabeere go gabeere ng’ebirimba eby’oku muzabbibu, n’akawoowo ak’omu kamwa ko ng’ebibala eby’omucungwa
9 And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
n’akamwa ko nga nvinnyo esinga obulungi. Omwagalwa Ne wayini amirwe bulungi muganzi wange, ng’akulukuta mpola mpola ku mimwa gy’abo abeebase.
10 I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
Ndi wa muganzi wange, era naye anjagala nnyo.
11 Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;
Jjangu, muganzi wange tugende ebweru w’ekibuga, tusuleko mu byalo.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
Tukeere tugende mu nnimiro z’emizabbibu, tulabe obanga emizabbibu gimulisizza, obanga n’ebimuli byagwo byanjuluzza, obanga n’emikomamawanga gimulisizza, era eyo gye nnaakulagira okwagala kwange.
13 The mandrakes give forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.
Amadudayimu gawunya akawoowo, ne ku miryango gyaffe waliwo ebibala ebisinga obulungi, Ebyakanogebwa awamu n’ebikadde, bye nkuterekedde muganzi wange.
