Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which is by Solomon.
Oluyimba lwa Sulemaani olusinga ennyimba zonna.
2 [[M.]] O that he would kiss me with one of 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 savor of thy precious perfumes, (Thy name is like fragrant oil 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 after thee; let us run! The king hath led me to his chambers! We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will praise thy love more than wine. Justly do they 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 Gaze not upon me because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me! My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; My vineyard, my own, 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, thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou leadest it to rest at noon; For why should I be like a veiled one 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 [[Lad.]] If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Trace thou thy way by the tracks 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 [[Lov.]] To the horses in the chariots of Pharaoh Do I compare thee, my love!
Omwagalwa wange, nkugeraageranya n’embalaasi esika amagaali ga Falaawo.
10 Comely are thy cheeks with rows of jewels, Thy neck with strings of pearls.
Amatama go galabika bulungi ng’oyambadde ebikomo eby’oku matu, n’ensingo yo nerabika bulungi ng’erimu eby’omu bulago eby’omuwendo.
11 Golden chains will we make for thee, With studs of silver.
Tunaakukolera eby’oku matu ebya zaabu, nga birina amapeesa aga ffeeza.
12 [[M.]] While the king reclineth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
Kabaka bwe yali ng’atudde ku mmeeza ye, akawoowo kange ne kamuwunyira bulungi.
13 A bunch of myrrh is my beloved to me; He shall abide between my breasts.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ensawo eya kaloosa aka mooli gye ndi, ng’awummulidde mu kifuba kyange.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers From the gardens of Engedi.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ekiganda eky’ebimuli ebya kofera ebivudde mu nnimiro ez’emizabbibu ez’e Engedi.
15 [[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves.
Laba, oli mubalagavu, omwagalwa wange oli mubalagavu olabika bulungi. Amaaso go mayiba.
16 [[M.]] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, lovely; And green is our bed.
Olabika bulungi muganzi wange, era onsanyusa. Ekitanda kyaffe kya muddo muto.
17 The cedars are the beams of our house, And its roof the cypresses.
Emikiikiro gy’ennyumba yaffe mivule, n’enzooba zaffe nkanaga.
