Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
Oh molingami na ngai, mwasi na ngai ya motema; nayei na elanga na ngai, nayei kobuka mbuma na ngai oyo basalelaka malasi ya mire, nayei kobuka biloko na ngai ya mike-mike ya solo kitoko, nayei kolia mafuta na ngai ya nzoyi, nayei komela vino mpe miliki na ngai. Oh baninga, bolia mpe bomela na bino, bomela mpe bolangwa na bino, balingami na ngai.
2 I am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.”
Nalalaki, kasi makanisi na ngai ezalaki ya kolamuka. Yoka! Mongongo ya molingami na ngai ezali koyokana na ekuke! « Molingami na ngai, mwasi na ngai ya motema, ebenga na ngai, oyo azali kitoko koleka mpo na ngai, fungolela ngai ndako, pamba te moto na ngai etondi na londende, mpe suki na ngai epoli na matanga ya londende ya butu. »
3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
Nasili kolongola nzambala na ngai, nalata yango lisusu? Nasili kosukola makolo na ngai, nabebisa yango lisusu?
4 My beloved sent his hand from the network, And my bowels were moved for him.
Mobali na ngai ya motema akotisi loboko na ye na lidusu ya ekuke, bongo motema na ngai ekomi kobeta mpo na ye.
5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
Natelemaki mpo na kokende kofungolela mobali na ngai ya motema ndako, mpe maboko na ngai ebimisaki solo ya malasi ya mire, misapi na ngai etangisaki yango na bikangelo ya ndako.
6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, and he did not answer me.
Nafungolelaki mobali na ngai ya motema ndako, kasi akendeki na ye mpe alimwaki. Nakweyaki mayanga wana azalaki koloba; nalukaki ye, kasi namonaki ye lisusu te; nabengaki ye, kasi ayanolaki ngai te.
7 The watchmen who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
Tango bakengeli ya mir bazalaki koleka-leka kati na engumba, bamonaki ngai, babetaki ngai, bazokisaki ngai mpe balongolaki ngai vwale na moto.
8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with love!
Oh bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi, nabondeli bino, soki bomoni mobali na ngai, bokoloba na ye nini? Boloba na ye ete nabeli maladi ya bolingo.
9 What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured us?
Oh mwasi oyo aleki basi nyonso na kitoko, mobali na yo aleki mibali mosusu na nini? Nini penza ya malonga oyo mobali na yo azali na yango, oyo eleki mibali mosusu mpo ete oloba na biso boye?
10 My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
Mobali na ngai azali na poso pembe, azali moto oyo asimba bendele kati na mibali nkoto zomi.
11 His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
Moto na ye ezali lokola wolo ya peto, suki na ye elingama-lingama, mpe azali mwindo lokola yanganga.
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
Miso na ye ezali kitoko lokola bibenga pembeni ya moluka, ezali lokola basukolaka yango na miliki mpe avandaka kati na sani ya bomengo.
13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,
Matama na ye ezali lokola mikala ya banzete ya malasi, lokola ekolo ya bafololo ya solo kitoko; bibebu na ye ezali lokola fololo oyo babengaka lisi oyo ebimisaka mire ya kitoko.
14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
Maboko na ye ezali lokola bapete ya wolo oyo batia mabanga ya Krizolite. Nzoto na ye ezali lokola pembe ya nzoko oyo babongisi mpe babakisi mabanga ya safiri.
15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
Makolo na ye ezali lokola makonzi ya mabanga ya marbre oyo evandi likolo ya moboko ya wolo ya peto. Azali lokola bangomba ya Libani, kitoko lokola banzete ya sedele ya Libani.
16 His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Elobeli na ye esalaka elengi na motema, mpe nzoto na ye mobimba esalaka ete balula ye. Tala ndenge mobali na ngai ya motema, molingami na ngai, azali, oh bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi!
