Oluyimba 4
1 Ng’olabika bulungi, gwe njagala, laba ondabikidde bulungi. Amaaso go mayiba mu lugoye mw’ogabisse. Enviiri zo ziri ng’eggana ly’embuzi eziserengeta okuva ku lusozi Gireyaadi.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
2 Amannyo go gali ng’ekisibo ky’endiga nga kye zijje zisalibweko ebyoya, nga ziva okunaazibwa. Buli emu nnongo eri n’ennongo ginnaayo, so tewali eri yokka.
Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
3 Emimwa gyo giri ng’ewuzi ey’olugoye olutwakaavu; n’akamwa ko kandabikira bulungi. Amatama go mu lugoye lw’ogabisseeko gali ng’ekitundu ky’ekkomamawanga.
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Ensingo yo eri ng’omulongooti gwa Dawudi, ogwatereezebwa obulungi; ne ku gwo nga kuliko engabo lukumi, zonna nga ngabo z’abasajja abalwanyi.
Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
5 Amabeere go gombi gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, ab’empeewo, nga balongo, abaliira mu malanga.
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
6 Okutuusa obudde nga bukedde, n’ebisiikirize nga biweddewo, ndigenda ku lusozi olunene olwa mooli ne ku kasozi ak’omugavu.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7 Ng’olabika bulungi wenna, omwagalwa wange, toliiko bbala na limu.
You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8 Jjangu tuve mu Lebanooni, omugole wange, jjangu tuve mu Lebanooni. Lengera okuva ku ntikko ya Amana, n’okuva ku ntikko ya Seniri ne ku ntikko ya Kerumooni, n’okuva mu mpuku ey’empologoma, ne ku nsozi ez’engo.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Osenzesenze omutima gwange, mwannyinaze, omugole wange; otutte omutima gwange, ne munye y’eriiso lyo gy’onkubye, n’omukuufu ogumu ogw’omu bulago bwo.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 Ng’okwagala kwo kulungi mwannyinaze, omugole wange, okwagala kwo nga kusinga nnyo envinnyo, n’akawoowo ak’amafuta go kasinga eby’akawoowo eby’engeri zonna obulungi.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
11 Emimwa gyo gitonnya obuwoomi ng’ebisenge eby’omubisi gw’enjuki, omugole wange; amata n’omubisi gw’enjuki biri wansi w’olulimi lwo. Akaloosa ak’ebyambalo byo kali ng’akawoowo ak’e Lebanooni.
Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Oli nnimiro eyasimbibwa, mwannyinaze, omugole wange, era oli luzzi olwasibibwa, ensulo eyateekebwako akabonero.
My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Ebimera byo nnimiro ya mikomamawanga, erina ebibala byonna eby’omuwendo, ne kofera n’emiti egy’omugavu
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
14 n’omugavu ne kalikomu, ne kalamo ne kinamoni, n’emiti egy’ebika by’omugavu byonna, ne mooli ne alowe, wamu n’eby’akawoowo byonna ebisinga obulungi.
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15 Oli nsulo ya nnimiro, oluzzi olw’amazzi amalamu, olukulukuta okuva mu Lebanooni.
a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 Zuukuka gwe empewo ey’obukiikakkono, naawe empewo ey’obukiikaddyo jjangu. Mukuntire ku nnimiro yange, akaloosa, kaayo akalungi kasaasaane wonna, Muleke muganzi wange ajje mu nnimiro ye, alye ebibala byamu eby’omuwendo.
Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
