Oluyimba 1
1 Oluyimba lwa Sulemaani olusinga ennyimba zonna.
2 Leka annywegere n’emimwa gye kubanga okwagala kwo kusinga envinnyo,
Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
3 n’amafuta go gawunya akaloosa akalungi; erinnya lyo liri ng’amafuta agattululwa, era abawala kyebava bakwagala.
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
4 Baako ne gy’ontwala, yanguwa! Kabaka ansembezezza kumpi nnyo antutte mu bisenge bye. Abemikwano Tunaasanyuka ne tukujagulizaamu; era tunaatendereza okwagala kwo okusinga envinnyo. Omwagalwa Nga batuufu okukwegomba!
Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
5 Ndi muddugavu, ndi mulungi, Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi muli ng’eweema ez’e Kedali, era ng’entimbe za Sulemaani.
I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Temuntunuulira kubanga ndi muddugavu, olw’okuba omusana gunjokezza. Batabani ba mmange baansunguwalira; ne bandagira okukuuma ennimiro ez’emizabbibu. Ennimiro yange ngigayaaliridde.
Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
7 Ntegeeza ggwe gwe njagala, gy’oliisiza ekisibo kyo, ne gy’owumuliza endiga zo mu ssaawa ez’omu ttuntu. Lwaki mbeera ng’omukazi eyeebisse amaaso nga nninaanye ebisibo eby’abanywanyi bo?
Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
8 Bw’oba nga tomanyi, ggwe omukyala asinga bonna obulungi, goberera ekkubo endiga lye zikutte, ogende oliisize embuzi zo ento, okumpi n’eweema z’abasumba.
If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 Omwagalwa wange, nkugeraageranya n’embalaasi esika amagaali ga Falaawo.
To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
10 Amatama go galabika bulungi ng’oyambadde ebikomo eby’oku matu, n’ensingo yo nerabika bulungi ng’erimu eby’omu bulago eby’omuwendo.
Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
11 Tunaakukolera eby’oku matu ebya zaabu, nga birina amapeesa aga ffeeza.
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
12 Kabaka bwe yali ng’atudde ku mmeeza ye, akawoowo kange ne kamuwunyira bulungi.
While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
13 Muganzi wange ali ng’ensawo eya kaloosa aka mooli gye ndi, ng’awummulidde mu kifuba kyange.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
14 Muganzi wange ali ng’ekiganda eky’ebimuli ebya kofera ebivudde mu nnimiro ez’emizabbibu ez’e Engedi.
A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Laba, oli mubalagavu, omwagalwa wange oli mubalagavu olabika bulungi. Amaaso go mayiba.
Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
16 Olabika bulungi muganzi wange, era onsanyusa. Ekitanda kyaffe kya muddo muto.
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
17 Emikiikiro gy’ennyumba yaffe mivule, n’enzooba zaffe nkanaga.
The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
