Oluyimba 6
1 Muganzi wo alaze wa, ggwe akira abakyala bonna obulungi? Muganzi wo yakutte lya wa tumukunoonyezeeko?
Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
2 Muganzi wange aserengese mu nnimiro ye, mu misiri egy’ebirime ebyakaloosa, okulabirira ennimiro ye n’okunoga amalanga.
Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
3 Muganzi wange, wange, nange ndi wuwe; anoonyeza mu malanga.
I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
4 Oli mubalagavu nga Tiruza, omwagalwa wange, omulungi nga Yerusaalemi, era ow’ekitiibwa ng’eggye eririna ebendera.
Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
5 Tontunuulira nnyo kubanga amaaso go gantawanya. Enviiri zo ziri ng’ekisibo eky’embuzi, eziserengeta okuva e Gireyaadi.
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
6 Amannyo go gali ng’ekisibo eky’endiga eziva okunaazibwa; buli emu nnongo eri n’ennongo ginnaayo, so tewali eri yokka.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
7 Obwenyi bwo bw’obisse mu lugoye, buli ng’ebitundu by’amakomamawanga.
Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
8 Ne bwe walibeerawo bakabaka abakazi nkaaga, n’abazaana kinaana, n’abawala embeerera abatamanyiddwa muwendo,
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9 ejjiba lyange, owange ataliiko bbala, ow’enjawulo, mwana muwala eyazaalibwa yekka, ayagalibwa ennyo nnyina okusinga abalala, y’ansingira mu bonna. Abawala baamulaba ne bamuyita wa mukisa; bakabaka abakazi n’abazaana baamutenda.
One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
10 Ani ono alabika ng’emmambya, omulungi ng’omwezi, atangalijja ng’enjuba, alina ekitiibwa ng’eky’emunnyeenye?
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
11 Naserengeta mu nnimiro ey’emiti egy’ensigo okwetegereza okumulisa okw’ebimera eby’omu kiwonvu, okulaba omuzabbibu obanga gwamulisa, n’okulaba emikomamawanga oba nga gyamera.
Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
12 Bwe nnali nkyali awo emmeeme yange n’egenda eri amagaali ag’obwakabaka ag’omu bantu bange.
I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
13 Komawo, Komawo, ggwe Omusulamu; komawo, komawo tukutunuleko. Owoomukwano Lwaki mutunuulira Omusulamu ng’abali ku mazina ga Makanayimu?
Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
