Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed by night, I sought him whom my soul has loved; I sought him, and I did not find him!
Ekiro kyonna nga ndi ku kitanda kyange, nalindirira emmeeme yange gw’eyagala, ne munoonya naye saamulaba.
2 Now let me rise, and go around the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul has loved! I sought him, and I did not find him.
Nnaagolokoka ne ntambulatambulako mu kibuga, mu nguudo ne mu bifo ebigazi; nanoonya emmeeme yange gw’eyagala, ne nnindirira naye saamulaba.
3 The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
Abakuumi b’ekibuga abaali balawuna mu kibuga, ne bansisinkana, ne mbabuuza nti, “Mundabidde ku oyo emmeeme yange gw’eyagala?”
4 But I passed on a little from them, Until I found him whom my soul has loved! I seized him, and did not let him go, Until I brought him to the house of my mother—And the chamber of her that conceived me.
Twali twakayisiŋŋanya, ne ndaba oyo emmeeme yange gw’eyagala. Ne munnywegera ne simuganya kugenda, okutuusa lwe namuleeta mu nnyumba ya mmange, ne mutwala mu kisenge ky’oyo eyanzaala.
5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
Mbakuutira mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, ng’empeewo n’enjaza ez’oku ttale, temusisimula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa nga kwesiimidde.
6 Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
Ani oyo ajja ng’ava mu ddungu, afaanana ng’empagi ey’omukka, asaabye ebyakaloosa ebya mooli n’omugavu, okuva mu byakaloosa byonna eby’omusuubuzi?
7 Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Laba, kye kigaali kya Sulemaani, ekiwerekeddwako abasajja ab’amaanyi nga nkaaga, abalwanyi abazira abasingayo mu Isirayiri,
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
bonna balina ebitala, era bamanyirivu mu kulwana; buli omu n’ekitala kye mu kiwato kye, nga beetegekedde entiisa ey’ekiro.
9 A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Kabaka Sulemaani yeekolera ekigaali eky’emiti egy’omu Lebanooni.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Empagi zaakyo yazisiigako ffeeza, ne wansi waakyo nga wa zaabu, n’entebe yaamu ng’eriko olugoye lwa ffulungu; ne munda nga mwaliire bulungi n’okwagala, okw’abawala ba Yerusaalemi.
11 Go forth, and look, you daughters of Zion, On King Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
Mufulume, mmwe abawala ba Sayuuni, mulabe ku Kabaka Sulemaani ng’ayambadde engule, engule nnyina gye yamutikkira ku lunaku olw’embaga ye, ku lunaku omutima gwe kwe gwasanyukira.
