Song of Solomon 4
1 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
Oh mwasi na ngai ya motema, ozali kitoko, ozali penza kitoko makasi! Miso na yo, na se ya vwale, elala lokola ebenga; suki na yo ezali lokola etonga ya bantaba ya basi oyo ekitaka na ngomba Galadi.
2 Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
Minu na yo ezali lokola etonga ya bameme oyo balongoli bapwale, bongo bawuti kosukola yango. Meme moko na moko ezali na lipasa na yango; moko te ezangi mwana.
3 Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
Bibebu na yo ezali lokola kitendi ya motane, mpe elobeli na yo epesaka esengo; matama na yo ezali lokola mbuma ya grenade, na se ya vwale.
4 Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
Kingo na yo ezali lokola ndako molayi ya Davidi, oyo batongi mpo na kobomba bibundeli; banguba nkoto moko ediembisami kuna, banguba ya basoda ya mpiko.
5 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
Mabele na yo nyonso mibale ezali lokola bana mapasa mibale ya mboloko, oyo ezali kolia kati na bafololo oyo babengaka lisi.
6 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
Kino tongo ekotana mpe molili ekolimwa, nakokende na ngomba ya mire mpe na ngomba moke ya ansa.
7 Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.
Mwasi na ngai ya motema, mobimba na yo ezali kitoko mingi; ata elembo moko te emonani mabe kati na yo.
8 With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
Longwa na Libani mpe yaka elongo na ngai, mwasi na ngai ya motema; longwa na Libani, yaka elongo na ngai. Tala wuta na basonge ya bangomba Amana, Seniri mpe Erimoni epai wapi ezali na ndako ya bankosi mpe ngomba ya bankoyi.
9 Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.
Obetisi ngai motema makasi, Oh ndeko na ngai ya mwasi, mwasi na ngai ya motema; obetisi ngai motema na komona etaleli ya miso na yo, mpe na komona moko ya sheneti ya kingo na yo.
10 How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:
Solo, bolingo na yo eleki elengi, ndeko na ngai ya mwasi, mwasi na ngai ya motema! Solo, bolingo na yo eleki vino na kitoko; solo ya mafuta na yo eleki malasi nyonso na kitoko.
11 With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Bibebu na yo ezali kobimisa mafuta ya elengi, mwasi na ngai ya motema; se ya lolemo na yo etondi na mafuta ya nzoyi mpe na miliki, mpe solo ya bilamba na yo ezali lokola solo ya Libani.
12 A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
Ozali elanga ekangama, ndeko na ngai ya mwasi, mwasi na ngai ya motema; ozali etima oyo ezipami mpe liziba oyo ekangami.
13 Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
Ozali kopesa pio lokola elanga ya banzete ya grenade, oyo ezali na bambuma kitoko, elongo na banzete ya solo kitoko: ene mpe nare,
14 Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
nare mpe safarani, kaneli ya solo kitoko, sinamoni, elongo na lolenge nyonso ya banzete oyo epesaka malasi ya ansa, ya aloe mpe ya mire, mpe malasi nyonso oyo eleki kitoko.
15 A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.
Ozali liziba kati na elanga, etima oyo etiolaka wuta na Libani.
16 [SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
Oh mopepe ya nor, lamuka; oh mopepe ya sude, yaka! Pepa kati na elanga na ngai, mpe tika ete solo kitoko na yango epanzana kino mosika! Tika ete mwasi na ngai ya motema aya kati na elanga na ye mpe alia mbuma na yango ya elengi makasi!
