Oluyimba 2
1 Ndi kimuli kya looza ekya Saloni, eddanga ery’omu biwonvu.
[SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
2 Ng’eddanga mu maggwa, gwe njagala ennyo bw’ali bw’atyo mu baweereza abakazi.
[HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, 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.
[SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.
4 Yantwala ku kijjulo, n’okwagala kwe ne ku mmaamira.
He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
5 Munzizeemu amaanyi n’ezabbibu enkalu, mumbuddeebudde n’emicungwa kubanga okwagala kunzirisizza.
Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
6 Omukono gwe ogwa kkono guli wansi wa mutwe gwange, n’omukono gwe ogwa ddyo gumpambatira.
His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!
7 Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, mbakuutira, ng’empeewo n’enjaza ez’omu ttale, temusisimula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa nga kweyagalidde.
[HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!
8 Wuliriza omwagalwa wange, Laba, ajja ng’abuukirabuukira ku nsozi, ng’azinira ku busozi.
[SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping 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.
Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.
10 Omwagalwa wange yaŋŋamba nti, “Golokoka, Owoomukwano, omulungi wange, ojje tugende,
Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
11 kubanga laba ttoggo aweddeko, n’enkuba eweddeyo.
For lo, the winter, is past, —the rain, is over, [and] gone;
12 Ebimuli bimulisizza, n’ebiro eby’okuyimba bituuse, era n’okukaaba kw’amayiba kuwulirwa mu nsi.
The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, —and, the voice of the turtle, is 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, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!
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.
[HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.
15 Tukwatire ebibe, obube obutono, obwonoona ennimiro ez’emizabbibu, kubanga ennimiro zaffe ez’emizabbibu zimulisizza.
[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
16 Muganzi wange, wange nzekka, era nange ndi wuwe; aliisiza ekisibo kye mu malanga,
[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among 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, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
