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:
Ebigere byo nga birabika bulungi mu ngatto, ggwe omumbejja! Amagulu go gali ng’amayinja ag’omuwendo, omulimu gw’omuweesi omukalabakalaba.
2 Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
Ekkundi lyo kibya kyekulungirivu, ekitaggwaamu nvinnyo entabule obulungi. Ekiwato kyo ntuumu ya ŋŋaano eyeetooloddwa amalanga.
3 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
Amabeere go gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, abalongo.
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:
Ensingo yo eri ng’omunaala ogw’amasanga. Amaaso go gali ng’ebidiba eby’omu Kesuboni ebiri ku mulyango ogw’e Basulabbimu. Ennyindo yo eri ng’omulongooti ogw’e Lebanooni ogwolekera Ddamasiko.
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!
Omutwe gwo gukuwoomera ng’olusozi Kalumeeri, n’enviiri zo ziranga emiguwa egy’effulungu; Kabaka asendebwasendebwa ebintu byakwo.
6 [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
Ng’olabika bulungi, ng’osanyusa ggwe omwagalwa n’obulungi bwo.
7 This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
Oli muwanvu ng’olukindu, n’amabeere go gali ng’ebirimba eby’ebibala byakwo.
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;
Nayogera nti, “Ndirinnya olukindu, era ndikwata ebibala byalwo.” Amabeere go gabeere ng’ebirimba eby’oku muzabbibu, n’akawoowo ak’omu kamwa ko ng’ebibala eby’omucungwa
9 And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
n’akamwa ko nga nvinnyo esinga obulungi. Omwagalwa Ne wayini amirwe bulungi muganzi wange, ng’akulukuta mpola mpola ku mimwa gy’abo abeebase.
10 I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
Ndi wa muganzi wange, era naye anjagala nnyo.
11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
Jjangu, muganzi wange tugende ebweru w’ekibuga, tusuleko mu byalo.
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.
Tukeere tugende mu nnimiro z’emizabbibu, tulabe obanga emizabbibu gimulisizza, obanga n’ebimuli byagwo byanjuluzza, obanga n’emikomamawanga gimulisizza, era eyo gye nnaakulagira okwagala kwange.
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.
Amadudayimu gawunya akawoowo, ne ku miryango gyaffe waliwo ebibala ebisinga obulungi, Ebyakanogebwa awamu n’ebikadde, bye nkuterekedde muganzi wange.
