Song of Solomon 2
1 [SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
Nazali lokola fololo oyo ebotaka na etando ya Saroni, fololo oyo babengaka lisi ya lubwaku.
2 [HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!
Ndenge fololo oyo babengaka lisi ezalaka kati na banzube, ndenge wana mpe mwasi na ngai ya motema azalaka kati na bilenge basi.
3 [SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.
Ndenge nzete ya pome ezalaka kati na banzete ya zamba, ndenge wana mpe mobali na ngai azalaka kati na bilenge mibali. Nasepelaka kovanda na se ya elilingi na ye, mpe mbuma na ye ezalaka elengi na monoko na ngai.
4 He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
Amemaki ngai na esika oyo bamelaka masanga, mpe bendele na ye likolo na ngai ezali bolingo.
5 Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
Lendisa ngai na bagato oyo basali na bambuma ya vino, sunga ngai na bapome, pamba te nabeli maladi ya bolingo.
6 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!
Tika ete loboko na ye ya mwasi ezala na se ya moto na ngai, mpe loboko na ye ya mobali ekanga ngai nzoto!
7 [HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!
Bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi, nabondeli bino na kombo ya mboloko mpe ya mbuli ya bilanga: Bolamusa Bolingo na ngai te liboso ete ye moko akoma na posa ya kolamuka.
8 [SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Yoka mongongo ya Bolingo na ngai! Tala ye wana! Ye wana azali koya, azali kopumbwa na likolo ya bangomba, azali kodenda na likolo ya bangomba mike.
9 Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.
Molingami na ngai azali lokola mboloko to mwana ya mbuli. Tala ye wana! Atelemi na sima ya mir na biso, azali kotala na lininisa, azali kotala na mayele na kiyungulu ya lininisa.
10 Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
Molingami na ngai alobi mpe ayebisi ngai: « Mwasi na ngai ya motema, telema; mwasi na ngai ya kitoko, yaka epai na ngai!
11 For lo, the winter, is past, —the rain, is over, [and] gone;
Pamba te, tala eleko ya malili esili koleka, bamvula esili mpe ekeyi.
12 The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, —and, the voice of the turtle, is heard in our land;
Bafololo ebimi na mboka, tango ya koyemba banzembo ekoki. Makelele ya banzembo ya bibenga ekomi lisusu koyokana na mokili.
13 The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!
Nzete ya figi ebimisi bambuma na yango ya liboso, bafololo ya bilanga ya vino ekomi kopanza solo na yango ya kitoko. Mwasi na ngai ya motema, telema; mwasi na ngai ya kitoko, yaka epai na ngai.
14 [HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.
Ebenga na ngai oyo obombami kati na madusu ya mabanga, kati na madusu ya bangomba, monisa ngai ata elongi na yo mpe sala ete nayoka ata mongongo na yo, pamba te mongongo na yo ezalaka elengi mpe elongi na yo ezalaka kitoko mingi! »
15 [BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
Bokangela biso bambwa ya zamba mpe bana na yango oyo ezali kobebisa bilanga na biso ya vino, pamba te bilanga na biso ya vino ebimisi bafololo.
16 [SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!
Mobali na ngai ya bolingo azali ya ngai, mpe ngai nazali ya ye; aleisaka bibwele na ye na bilanga oyo etondi na bafololo oyo babengaka lisi.
17 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
Mobali na ngai ya bolingo, zonga; awa moyi ebandi kobima mpe molili ekimi, zala lokola mboloko to mwana ya mbuli na bangomba ya Beteli.
