Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
Oh elenge mwasi ya lokumu! Makolo na yo ebimaka kitoko soki olati basandale. Zingazinga ya loketo na yo ezali lokola lopete oyo esalemi na maboko ya basali bikeko.
2 Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
Motolu na yo ezali lokola kopo ya kitoko oyo ezangaka vino ya kitoko te. Libumu na yo ezali lokola mopiku ya ble oyo ezingami na fololo oyo babengaka lisi.
3 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
Mabele na yo nyonso mibale ezali lokola bana mapasa mibale ya mboloko.
4 Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
Kingo na yo ezali lokola ndako molayi oyo batonga na pembe ya nzoko. Miso na yo ezali lokola maziba ya engumba Eshiboni, pembeni ya ekuke ya Bati-Rabimi. Zolo na yo ezali lokola ndako molayi ya Libani oyo etalani na Damasi.
5 Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
Moto na yo ezali lokola ngomba Karimeli, mpe suki ya moto na yo ezali lokola elamba ya motane; mokonzi akangami na mazita na yango.
6 [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
Oh tala ndenge ozali penza kitoko! Bolingo na ngai, osalaka esengo ya motema na ngai; kitoko na yo esalaka ngai esengo na motema!
7 This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
Molayi na yo ezali lokola nzete ya mbila, mabele na yo ezali lokola maboke ya bambuma.
8 I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
Namilobeli: « Nakomata na nzete ya mbila, nakobuka bambuma na yango! » Tika ete mabele na yo ezala lokola maboke ya bambuma ya vino! Tika ete solo ya monoko na yo ezala lokola bapome!
9 And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
Mpe tika ete monoko na yo ezala lokola vino ya kitoko koleka! Tika ete vino yango esopanela bolingo na ngai na pete, eleka na bibebu ya bato oyo bazali kolala.
10 I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
Ngai, nazali ya mobali na ngai; mpe ye, azalaka kaka na posa na ngai.
11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
Yaka, mobali na ngai; tika ete tokende na biso na elanga, tolekisa butu na biso kati na mboka!
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
Na tongo, tokokende na bilanga ya vino mpo na kotala soki banzete ya vino ebandi kobimisa bafololo, soki mito na yango efungwami, mpe soki banzete ya bambuma ya grenade ebimisi bafololo. Kuna nde nakopesa yo babeze na ngai.
13 The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
Bambuma ya mandragore ezali kobimisa solo na yango; mpe na ekuke na biso, tozali na bambuma nyonso ya kitoko: ezala ya sika to ya kala, oyo nabombeli yo, mobali na ngai ya motema.
