Oluyimba 7
1 Ebigere byo nga birabika bulungi mu ngatto, ggwe omumbejja! Amagulu go gali ng’amayinja ag’omuwendo, omulimu gw’omuweesi omukalabakalaba.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2 Ekkundi lyo kibya kyekulungirivu, ekitaggwaamu nvinnyo entabule obulungi. Ekiwato kyo ntuumu ya ŋŋaano eyeetooloddwa amalanga.
Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Amabeere go gali ng’abaana b’empeewo, abalongo.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
4 Ensingo yo eri ng’omunaala ogw’amasanga. Amaaso go gali ng’ebidiba eby’omu Kesuboni ebiri ku mulyango ogw’e Basulabbimu. Ennyindo yo eri ng’omulongooti ogw’e Lebanooni ogwolekera Ddamasiko.
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Omutwe gwo gukuwoomera ng’olusozi Kalumeeri, n’enviiri zo ziranga emiguwa egy’effulungu; Kabaka asendebwasendebwa ebintu byakwo.
Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
6 Ng’olabika bulungi, ng’osanyusa ggwe omwagalwa n’obulungi bwo.
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
7 Oli muwanvu ng’olukindu, n’amabeere go gali ng’ebirimba eby’ebibala byakwo.
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
8 Nayogera nti, “Ndirinnya olukindu, era ndikwata ebibala byalwo.” Amabeere go gabeere ng’ebirimba eby’oku muzabbibu, n’akawoowo ak’omu kamwa ko ng’ebibala eby’omucungwa
I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
9 n’akamwa ko nga nvinnyo esinga obulungi. Omwagalwa Ne wayini amirwe bulungi muganzi wange, ng’akulukuta mpola mpola ku mimwa gy’abo abeebase.
Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10 Ndi wa muganzi wange, era naye anjagala nnyo.
I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
11 Jjangu, muganzi wange tugende ebweru w’ekibuga, tusuleko mu byalo.
Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
12 Tukeere tugende mu nnimiro z’emizabbibu, tulabe obanga emizabbibu gimulisizza, obanga n’ebimuli byagwo byanjuluzza, obanga n’emikomamawanga gimulisizza, era eyo gye nnaakulagira okwagala kwange.
Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
13 Amadudayimu gawunya akawoowo, ne ku miryango gyaffe waliwo ebibala ebisinga obulungi, Ebyakanogebwa awamu n’ebikadde, bye nkuterekedde muganzi wange.
The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
