Song of Solomon 4
1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from 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 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
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 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your 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 Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
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 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the 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 dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Kino tongo ekotana mpe molili ekolimwa, nakokende na ngomba ya mire mpe na ngomba moke ya ansa.
7 You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
Mwasi na ngai ya motema, mobimba na yo ezali kitoko mingi; ata elembo moko te emonani mabe kati na yo.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens 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 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
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 is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
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 Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your 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 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
Ozali elanga ekangama, ndeko na ngai ya mwasi, mwasi na ngai ya motema; ozali etima oyo ezipami mpe liziba oyo ekangami.
13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
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, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest 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 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.
Ozali liziba kati na elanga, etima oyo etiolaka wuta na Libani.
16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.
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!
