Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
Oh mwasi oyo aleki basi nyonso na kitoko, mobali na yo akei wapi? Akoti nzela nini mpo ete tosunga yo mpo na koluka ye?
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Mobali na ngai akei na elanga na ye, na mikala ya banzete ya solo kitoko mpo na koleisa bibwele na ye mpe kobuka fololo oyo babengaka lisi.
3 I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Nazali mpo na mobali na ngai, mpe mobali na ngai azali mpo ngai. Azali koleisa bibwele na ye na bilanga ya bafololo oyo babengaka lisi.
4 Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Oh mwasi na ngai ya motema, ozali kitoko lokola engumba ya Tiritsa; elongi na yo ezali kitoko lokola engumba Yelusalemi; obangisaka lokola mampinga ya basoda na se ya bendele na bango.
5 Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
Tika kotala ngai, pamba te miso na yo ezali kokweyisa ngai mayanga. Suki na yo ezali lokola etonga ya bantaba ya basi oyo ewutaka na Galadi.
6 Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Minu na yo ezali lokola etonga ya bameme oyo bawuti kosukola. Meme moko na moko ezali na lipasa na yango, moko te ezangi mwana.
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
Matama na yo, na se ya vwale, ezali lokola liboke ya bambuma ya grenade.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Mokonzi akoki kozala na basi tuku motoba, bamakangu tuku mwambe mpe bilenge basi ebele penza.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
Kasi ebenga na ngai, mwasi na ngai oyo akoka na nyonso, azali kaka ye moko; azali kaka ye moko mwana mwasi ya mama na ye, oyo aleki kitoko na libumu ya mama oyo abota ye. Tango bilenge basi bamonaka ye, balulaka ye mpe batatolaka ete azali mwasi na esengo. Basi ya bakonzi mpe bamakangu bakumisaka ye soki bamoni ye.
10 'Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
Nani oyo azali komonana lokola moyi ya tongo, kitoko lokola sanza, azali kongenga lokola moyi, abangisaka lokola mampinga ya basoda na se ya bendele na bango?
11 Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —
Nakendeki na elanga ya bakokoti mpo na koluka milona kati na lubwaku, mpo na kotala soki banzete ya vino ebandi kobimisa mito to banzete ya grenade ebandi kobimisa bafololo.
12 I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
Nasosolaki te ndenge nini molimo na ngai ememaki ngai kino na bashar ya mokonzi ya bato na ngai.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
Zonga, zonga, oh mwasi ya Sulami! Zonga, zonga mpo ete tokoka kotala yo malamu! Mpo na nini bolingi kotala malamu mwasi ya Sulami ndenge batalaka mabina ya mindule ya masanga mibale?
