Loyembo ya Salomo 2
1 Nazali lokola fololo oyo ebotaka na etando ya Saroni, fololo oyo babengaka lisi ya lubwaku.
I am the flower of the field, and the lily 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 among thorns, 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 woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 Amemaki ngai na esika oyo bamelaka masanga, mpe bendele na ye likolo na ngai ezali bolingo.
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Lendisa ngai na bagato oyo basali na bambuma ya vino, sunga ngai na bapome, pamba te nabeli maladi ya bolingo.
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish 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 shall embrace 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 adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
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 beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over 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 beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 Molingami na ngai alobi mpe ayebisi ngai: « Mwasi na ngai ya motema, telema; mwasi na ngai ya kitoko, yaka epai na ngai!
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 Pamba te, tala eleko ya malili esili koleka, bamvula esili mpe ekeyi.
For winter is now 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 have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard 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 hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
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! »
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
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.
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
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 beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
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 day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
