Loyembo ya Salomo 4
1 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.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
2 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.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none is barren among them.
3 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.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.
4 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.
Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Mabele na yo nyonso mibale ezali lokola bana mapasa mibale ya mboloko, oyo ezali kolia kati na bafololo oyo babengaka lisi.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Kino tongo ekotana mpe molili ekolimwa, nakokende na ngomba ya mire mpe na ngomba moke ya ansa.
Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Mwasi na ngai ya motema, mobimba na yo ezali kitoko mingi; ata elembo moko te emonani mabe kati na yo.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
8 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.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 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.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
10 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.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the fragrance of thy ointments than all spices!
11 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.
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Ozali elanga ekangama, ndeko na ngai ya mwasi, mwasi na ngai ya motema; ozali etima oyo ezipami mpe liziba oyo ekangami.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Ozali kopesa pio lokola elanga ya banzete ya grenade, oyo ezali na bambuma kitoko, elongo na banzete ya solo kitoko: ene mpe nare,
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard,
14 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.
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 Ozali liziba kati na elanga, etima oyo etiolaka wuta na Libani.
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 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!
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
