Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Oluyimba lwa Sulemaani olusinga ennyimba zonna.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Leka annywegere n’emimwa gye kubanga okwagala kwo kusinga envinnyo,
3 Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is [as] ointment 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; we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will make mention of thy love more than of wine: rightly 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 Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; [but] mine own vineyard 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, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest [thy flock], where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that is veiled beside 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 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps 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 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Omwagalwa wange, nkugeraageranya n’embalaasi esika amagaali ga Falaawo.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], thy neck with strings of jewels
Amatama go galabika bulungi ng’oyambadde ebikomo eby’oku matu, n’ensingo yo nerabika bulungi ng’erimu eby’omu bulago eby’omuwendo.
11 We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
Tunaakukolera eby’oku matu ebya zaabu, nga birina amapeesa aga ffeeza.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
Kabaka bwe yali ng’atudde ku mmeeza ye, akawoowo kange ne kamuwunyira bulungi.
13 My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ensawo eya kaloosa aka mooli gye ndi, ng’awummulidde mu kifuba kyange.
14 My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ekiganda eky’ebimuli ebya kofera ebivudde mu nnimiro ez’emizabbibu ez’e Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are [as] doves.
Laba, oli mubalagavu, omwagalwa wange oli mubalagavu olabika bulungi. Amaaso go mayiba.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our couch is green.
Olabika bulungi muganzi wange, era onsanyusa. Ekitanda kyaffe kya muddo muto.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, [and] our rafters are firs.
Emikiikiro gy’ennyumba yaffe mivule, n’enzooba zaffe nkanaga.
