Song of Solomon 4

1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.

Oh mwasi na ngai ya motema, ozali kitoko, ozali penza kitoko makasi! Miso na yo, na se ya vwale, elala lokola ebenga; suki na yo ezali lokola etonga ya bantaba ya basi oyo ekitaka na ngomba Galadi.

2 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

Minu na yo ezali lokola etonga ya bameme oyo balongoli bapwale, bongo bawuti kosukola yango. Meme moko na moko ezali na lipasa na yango; moko te ezangi mwana.

3 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.

Bibebu na yo ezali lokola kitendi ya motane, mpe elobeli na yo epesaka esengo; matama na yo ezali lokola mbuma ya grenade, na se ya vwale.

4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.

Kingo na yo ezali lokola ndako molayi ya Davidi, oyo batongi mpo na kobomba bibundeli; banguba nkoto moko ediembisami kuna, banguba ya basoda ya mpiko.

5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

Mabele na yo nyonso mibale ezali lokola bana mapasa mibale ya mboloko, oyo ezali kolia kati na bafololo oyo babengaka lisi.

6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Kino tongo ekotana mpe molili ekolimwa, nakokende na ngomba ya mire mpe na ngomba moke ya ansa.

7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.

Mwasi na ngai ya motema, mobimba na yo ezali kitoko mingi; ata elembo moko te emonani mabe kati na yo.

8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

Longwa na Libani mpe yaka elongo na ngai, mwasi na ngai ya motema; longwa na Libani, yaka elongo na ngai. Tala wuta na basonge ya bangomba Amana, Seniri mpe Erimoni epai wapi ezali na ndako ya bankosi mpe ngomba ya bankoyi.

9 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.

Obetisi ngai motema makasi, Oh ndeko na ngai ya mwasi, mwasi na ngai ya motema; obetisi ngai motema na komona etaleli ya miso na yo, mpe na komona moko ya sheneti ya kingo na yo.

10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.

Solo, bolingo na yo eleki elengi, ndeko na ngai ya mwasi, mwasi na ngai ya motema! Solo, bolingo na yo eleki vino na kitoko; solo ya mafuta na yo eleki malasi nyonso na kitoko.

11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

Bibebu na yo ezali kobimisa mafuta ya elengi, mwasi na ngai ya motema; se ya lolemo na yo etondi na mafuta ya nzoyi mpe na miliki, mpe solo ya bilamba na yo ezali lokola solo ya Libani.

12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.

Ozali elanga ekangama, ndeko na ngai ya mwasi, mwasi na ngai ya motema; ozali etima oyo ezipami mpe liziba oyo ekangami.

13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.

Ozali kopesa pio lokola elanga ya banzete ya grenade, oyo ezali na bambuma kitoko, elongo na banzete ya solo kitoko: ene mpe nare,

14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.

nare mpe safarani, kaneli ya solo kitoko, sinamoni, elongo na lolenge nyonso ya banzete oyo epesaka malasi ya ansa, ya aloe mpe ya mire, mpe malasi nyonso oyo eleki kitoko.

15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.

Ozali liziba kati na elanga, etima oyo etiolaka wuta na Libani.

16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.

Oh mopepe ya nor, lamuka; oh mopepe ya sude, yaka! Pepa kati na elanga na ngai, mpe tika ete solo kitoko na yango epanzana kino mosika! Tika ete mwasi na ngai ya motema aya kati na elanga na ye mpe alia mbuma na yango ya elengi makasi!