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, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of 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.
Thy teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, which are come up from the washing; whereof every one hath twins, and 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.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
4 Ensingo yo eri ng’omulongooti gwa Dawudi, ogwatereezebwa obulungi; ne ku gwo nga kuliko engabo lukumi, zonna nga ngabo z’abasajja abalwanyi.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men.
5 Amabeere go gombi gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, ab’empeewo, nga balongo, abaliira mu malanga.
Thy 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 be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Ng’olabika bulungi wenna, omwagalwa wange, toliiko bbala na limu.
Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
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.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy 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 fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner 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.
Thy lips, [O my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Oli nnimiro eyasimbibwa, mwannyinaze, omugole wange, era oli luzzi olwasibibwa, ensulo eyateekebwako akabonero.
A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Ebimera byo nnimiro ya mikomamawanga, erina ebibala byonna eby’omuwendo, ne kofera n’emiti egy’omugavu
Thy 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 all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 Oli nsulo ya nnimiro, oluzzi olw’amazzi amalamu, olukulukuta okuva mu Lebanooni.
[Thou art] a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and 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, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
