Oluyimba 2
1 Ndi kimuli kya looza ekya Saloni, eddanga ery’omu biwonvu.
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
2 Ng’eddanga mu maggwa, gwe njagala ennyo bw’ali bw’atyo mu baweereza abakazi.
As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
3 Ng’omucungwa mu miti egy’omu kibira, aŋŋanza bw’ali bw’atyo mu bavubuka. Neesiima okutuula mu kisiikirize kye, n’ekibala kye kimpomera.
As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4 Yantwala ku kijjulo, n’okwagala kwe ne ku mmaamira.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5 Munzizeemu amaanyi n’ezabbibu enkalu, mumbuddeebudde n’emicungwa kubanga okwagala kunzirisizza.
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
6 Omukono gwe ogwa kkono guli wansi wa mutwe gwange, n’omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gumpambatira.
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, mbakuutira, ng’empeewo n’enjaza ez’omu ttale, temusisimula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa nga kweyagalidde.
I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
8 Wuliriza omwagalwa wange, Laba, ajja ng’abuukirabuukira ku nsozi, ng’azinira ku busozi.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 Omwagalwa wange ali ng’empeewo oba ennangaazi ento. Laba ayimiridde emabega w’olukomera lwaffe, Alingiza mu madirisa, alabikira mu mulimu ogulukibwa ogw’omu ddirisa.
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10 Omwagalwa wange yaŋŋamba nti, “Golokoka, Owoomukwano, omulungi wange, ojje tugende,
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11 kubanga laba ttoggo aweddeko, n’enkuba eweddeyo.
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
12 Ebimuli bimulisizza, n’ebiro eby’okuyimba bituuse, era n’okukaaba kw’amayiba kuwulirwa mu nsi.
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
13 Omutiini gubala ettiini zaagwo, n’emizabbibu gimulisizza ne gibunya akawoowo kaagyo. Golokoka Owoomukwano, omulungi wange ojje tugende.”
The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
14 Ggwe ejjiba lyange, eribeera mu njatika ez’omu njazi, mu bwekwekero obw’amayinja, ndaga amaaso go, ka mpulire eddoboozi lyo, kubanga eddoboozi lyo ddungi nnyo, n’amaaso go gasanyusa.
[Thou art] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
15 Tukwatire ebibe, obube obutono, obwonoona ennimiro ez’emizabbibu, kubanga ennimiro zaffe ez’emizabbibu zimulisizza.
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16 Muganzi wange, wange nzekka, era nange ndi wuwe; aliisiza ekisibo kye mu malanga,
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
17 okutuusa obudde nga bukedde n’ebisiikirize nga biddukidde ddala; okyuke omwagalwa wange obe ng’empeewo oba ennangaazi ento ku busozi obw’e Beseri.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
