Oluyimba 3
1 Ekiro kyonna nga ndi ku kitanda kyange, nalindirira emmeeme yange gw’eyagala, ne munoonya naye saamulaba.
On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!
2 Nnaagolokoka ne ntambulatambulako mu kibuga, mu nguudo ne mu bifo ebigazi; nanoonya emmeeme yange gw’eyagala, ne nnindirira naye saamulaba.
— Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! — I sought him, and I found him not.
3 Abakuumi b’ekibuga abaali balawuna mu kibuga, ne bansisinkana, ne mbabuuza nti, “Mundabidde ku oyo emmeeme yange gw’eyagala?”
The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), 'Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'
4 Twali twakayisiŋŋanya, ne ndaba oyo emmeeme yange gw’eyagala. Ne munnywegera ne simuganya kugenda, okutuusa lwe namuleeta mu nnyumba ya mmange, ne mutwala mu kisenge ky’oyo eyanzaala.
But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother — And the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 Mbakuutira mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi, ng’empeewo n’enjaza ez’oku ttale, temusisimula newaakubadde okuzuukusa okwagala okutuusa nga kwesiimidde.
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!
6 Ani oyo ajja ng’ava mu ddungu, afaanana ng’empagi ey’omukka, asaabye ebyakaloosa ebya mooli n’omugavu, okuva mu byakaloosa byonna eby’omusuubuzi?
Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
7 Laba, kye kigaali kya Sulemaani, ekiwerekeddwako abasajja ab’amaanyi nga nkaaga, abalwanyi abazira abasingayo mu Isirayiri,
Lo, his couch, that [is] Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
8 bonna balina ebitala, era bamanyirivu mu kulwana; buli omu n’ekitala kye mu kiwato kye, nga beetegekedde entiisa ey’ekiro.
All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
9 Kabaka Sulemaani yeekolera ekigaali eky’emiti egy’omu Lebanooni.
A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
10 Empagi zaakyo yazisiigako ffeeza, ne wansi waakyo nga wa zaabu, n’entebe yaamu ng’eriko olugoye lwa ffulungu; ne munda nga mwaliire bulungi n’okwagala, okw’abawala ba Yerusaalemi.
Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Mufulume, mmwe abawala ba Sayuuni, mulabe ku Kabaka Sulemaani ng’ayambadde engule, engule nnyina gye yamutikkira ku lunaku olw’embaga ye, ku lunaku omutima gwe kwe gwasanyukira.
Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
