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.
How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending 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 as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
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 as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates 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 as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
5 Amabeere go gombi gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, ab’empeewo, nga balongo, abaliira mu malanga.
Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
6 Okutuusa obudde nga bukedde, n’ebisiikirize nga biweddewo, ndigenda ku lusozi olunene olwa mooli ne ku kasozi ak’omugavu.
Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
7 Ng’olabika bulungi wenna, omwagalwa wange, toliiko bbala na limu.
You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
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, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
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 stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
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 wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
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.
Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Oli nnimiro eyasimbibwa, mwannyinaze, omugole wange, era oli luzzi olwasibibwa, ensulo eyateekebwako akabonero.
My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
13 Ebimera byo nnimiro ya mikomamawanga, erina ebibala byonna eby’omuwendo, ne kofera n’emiti egy’omugavu
Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
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.
nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
15 Oli nsulo ya nnimiro, oluzzi olw’amazzi amalamu, olukulukuta okuva mu Lebanooni.
You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream 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.
Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
