Song of Solomon 1
1 THE SONG of songs, which is Solomon's.
Oluyimba lwa Sulemaani olusinga ennyimba zonna.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth — for thy love is better than wine.
Leka annywegere n’emimwa gye kubanga okwagala kwo kusinga envinnyo,
3 Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love thee.
n’amafuta go gawunya akaloosa akalungi; erinnya lyo liri ng’amafuta agattululwa, era abawala kyebava bakwagala.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee; the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely do they love thee.
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!
5 'I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Ndi muddugavu, ndi mulungi, Mmwe abawala ba Yerusaalemi muli ng’eweema ez’e Kedali, era ng’entimbe za Sulemaani.
6 Look not upon me, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.'
Temuntunuulira kubanga ndi muddugavu, olw’okuba omusana gunjokezza. Batabani ba mmange baansunguwalira; ne bandagira okukuuma ennimiro ez’emizabbibu. Ennimiro yange ngigayaaliridde.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veileth herself beside the flocks of thy companions?
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?
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents.
Bw’oba nga tomanyi, ggwe omukyala asinga bonna obulungi, goberera ekkubo endiga lye zikutte, ogende oliisize embuzi zo ento, okumpi n’eweema z’abasumba.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
Omwagalwa wange, nkugeraageranya n’embalaasi esika amagaali ga Falaawo.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.
Amatama go galabika bulungi ng’oyambadde ebikomo eby’oku matu, n’ensingo yo nerabika bulungi ng’erimu eby’omu bulago eby’omuwendo.
11 We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
Tunaakukolera eby’oku matu ebya zaabu, nga birina amapeesa aga ffeeza.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
Kabaka bwe yali ng’atudde ku mmeeza ye, akawoowo kange ne kamuwunyira bulungi.
13 My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ensawo eya kaloosa aka mooli gye ndi, ng’awummulidde mu kifuba kyange.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Muganzi wange ali ng’ekiganda eky’ebimuli ebya kofera ebivudde mu nnimiro ez’emizabbibu ez’e Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
Laba, oli mubalagavu, omwagalwa wange oli mubalagavu olabika bulungi. Amaaso go mayiba.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
Olabika bulungi muganzi wange, era onsanyusa. Ekitanda kyaffe kya muddo muto.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
Emikiikiro gy’ennyumba yaffe mivule, n’enzooba zaffe nkanaga.
