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.
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides 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, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none 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.
Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, 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.
Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
5 Amabeere go gombi gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, ab’empeewo, nga balongo, abaliira mu malanga.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
6 Okutuusa obudde nga bukedde, n’ebisiikirize nga biweddewo, ndigenda ku lusozi olunene olwa mooli ne ku kasozi ak’omugavu.
Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
7 Ng’olabika bulungi wenna, omwagalwa wange, toliiko bbala na limu.
Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none 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.
With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of 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 encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament 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 beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all 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.
With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Oli nnimiro eyasimbibwa, mwannyinaze, omugole wange, era oli luzzi olwasibibwa, ensulo eyateekebwako akabonero.
A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
13 Ebimera byo nnimiro ya mikomamawanga, erina ebibala byonna eby’omuwendo, ne kofera n’emiti egy’omugavu
Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
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, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
15 Oli nsulo ya nnimiro, oluzzi olw’amazzi amalamu, olukulukuta okuva mu Lebanooni.
A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings 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.
[SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
