Loyembo ya Salomo 2
1 Nazali lokola fololo oyo ebotaka na etando ya Saroni, fololo oyo babengaka lisi ya lubwaku.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 Ndenge fololo oyo babengaka lisi ezalaka kati na banzube, ndenge wana mpe mwasi na ngai ya motema azalaka kati na bilenge basi.
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Ndenge nzete ya pome ezalaka kati na banzete ya zamba, ndenge wana mpe mobali na ngai azalaka kati na bilenge mibali. Nasepelaka kovanda na se ya elilingi na ye, mpe mbuma na ye ezalaka elengi na monoko na ngai.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Amemaki ngai na esika oyo bamelaka masanga, mpe bendele na ye likolo na ngai ezali bolingo.
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5 Lendisa ngai na bagato oyo basali na bambuma ya vino, sunga ngai na bapome, pamba te nabeli maladi ya bolingo.
Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
6 Tika ete loboko na ye ya mwasi ezala na se ya moto na ngai, mpe loboko na ye ya mobali ekanga ngai nzoto!
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7 Bilenge basi ya Yelusalemi, nabondeli bino na kombo ya mboloko mpe ya mbuli ya bilanga: Bolamusa Bolingo na ngai te liboso ete ye moko akoma na posa ya kolamuka.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8 Yoka mongongo ya Bolingo na ngai! Tala ye wana! Ye wana azali koya, azali kopumbwa na likolo ya bangomba, azali kodenda na likolo ya bangomba mike.
The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
9 Molingami na ngai azali lokola mboloko to mwana ya mbuli. Tala ye wana! Atelemi na sima ya mir na biso, azali kotala na lininisa, azali kotala na mayele na kiyungulu ya lininisa.
My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10 Molingami na ngai alobi mpe ayebisi ngai: « Mwasi na ngai ya motema, telema; mwasi na ngai ya kitoko, yaka epai na ngai!
My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Pamba te, tala eleko ya malili esili koleka, bamvula esili mpe ekeyi.
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 Bafololo ebimi na mboka, tango ya koyemba banzembo ekoki. Makelele ya banzembo ya bibenga ekomi lisusu koyokana na mokili.
The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;
13 Nzete ya figi ebimisi bambuma na yango ya liboso, bafololo ya bilanga ya vino ekomi kopanza solo na yango ya kitoko. Mwasi na ngai ya motema, telema; mwasi na ngai ya kitoko, yaka epai na ngai.
The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
14 Ebenga na ngai oyo obombami kati na madusu ya mabanga, kati na madusu ya bangomba, monisa ngai ata elongi na yo mpe sala ete nayoka ata mongongo na yo, pamba te mongongo na yo ezalaka elengi mpe elongi na yo ezalaka kitoko mingi! »
O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
15 Bokangela biso bambwa ya zamba mpe bana na yango oyo ezali kobebisa bilanga na biso ya vino, pamba te bilanga na biso ya vino ebimisi bafololo.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
16 Mobali na ngai ya bolingo azali ya ngai, mpe ngai nazali ya ye; aleisaka bibwele na ye na bilanga oyo etondi na bafololo oyo babengaka lisi.
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 Mobali na ngai ya bolingo, zonga; awa moyi ebandi kobima mpe molili ekimi, zala lokola mboloko to mwana ya mbuli na bangomba ya Beteli.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
