Loyembo ya Salomo 2
1 Nazali lokola fololo oyo ebotaka na etando ya Saroni, fololo oyo babengaka lisi ya lubwaku.
As a lily among the thorns,
2 Ndenge fololo oyo babengaka lisi ezalaka kati na banzube, ndenge wana mpe mwasi na ngai ya motema azalaka kati na bilenge basi.
So [is] my friend 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 a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
4 Amemaki ngai na esika oyo bamelaka masanga, mpe bendele na ye likolo na ngai ezali bolingo.
He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
5 Lendisa ngai na bagato oyo basali na bambuma ya vino, sunga ngai na bapome, pamba te nabeli maladi ya bolingo.
Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick 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 doth 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love 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! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping 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 beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 Molingami na ngai alobi mpe ayebisi ngai: « Mwasi na ngai ya motema, telema; mwasi na ngai ya kitoko, yaka epai na ngai!
My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11 Pamba te, tala eleko ya malili esili koleka, bamvula esili mpe ekeyi.
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath 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 the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, 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! »
My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance 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.
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
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 [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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 doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
