Soloumane ea Gesami 2
1 Na da soge ale ifa mosoi Sia: lane sogega bugi agoai. Amola na da ‘lili’ mosoi goumi fago ganodini aligi agoai.” Dunu da amane sia: sa,
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
2 “Na dogolegei! Di da uda gilisisu amo ganodini, ‘lili’ mosoi noga: iwane, aya: gaga: nomei gigisi ganodini agoai ba: sa.” Uda da amane sia: sa,
As a lily amongst thorns, so is my companion amongst the daughters.
3 “Na dogolegei da dunu eno gilisi amoga ‘a: bele’ ifa noga: i amo iwilaga aligi ifa ganodini bugi agoai ba: sa. Na da ea baba ganodini fimusa: hanai gala. Amola ea fage legei da nama hedaidafa gala.
As the apple amongst the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman amongst the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4 E da na ea lolo nabe diasuga oule misi. Amola e da ea gosagisu abula amo na dedeboma: ne, hiougili gadoi. Ea gosagisu da sasagesu hou.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5 Na da bu gasa lama: ne, hafoga: i waini fage nama ima. Na bu obeagima: ne, ‘a: bele’ fage nama ima. Na da sasagesu hou ha: giwane hamobeba: le, gasa hamedei gala.
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
6 Ea fofadi lobo da na dialumaha diala, amola ea lobodafa da na sogoba: le nonogosa.
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 Yelusaleme uda, dilia! Hehenasu ‘dia’ gebo amola ‘gasele dia’ gebo ilia houba: le, sia: dafawaneyale ilegema. Ania sasagesu gilisili fibi hou mae hedofama: ne sia: ma!” Uda da amane sia: i,
I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
8 “Na da na sasagesu dunu ea sia: be naba. E da goumi da: iya giadofale hehenaiya manebe. E da agolo da: iya giadofale nama manebe.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 Na sasagesu dunu da ‘gasele’ dia agoai ba: sa. E da waha debe ‘dia’ gawali agoai gala. E da dobea fei bega: aligisa. E da fo logo agei gelabodiliaga ba: sa. E da ifa gigiadomai gelabodiliaga ba: sa.
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10 Na sasagesu dunu da nama sia: sa.” Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolei! Misa! Ani ahoa: di!
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11 Anegagi oubi da yolei. Gibu amola da yolei.
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
12 Sogega mosoi da falegai dagoi. Wali da gesami hea: su esoha. Moifufui amoga ‘dafe’ sio da gesami hea: lala.
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
13 Figi fage da muni yosa. Efe mosoi da falegabeba: le, hisi da gabusiga: agoai naba. Na dogolegei! Misa! Ani ahoa: di!
The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.
14 Di da ‘dafe’ sio amo da igi bagade gouda: i gala: i adobo amo ganodini wamoaligisa agoane ba: sa. Dia odagi noga: idafa, na da ba: ma: ma. Dia sia: noga: idafa na da nabima: ma.
[You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
15 Fogisi wa: me da waini sagai sogea heda: i amo wadela: lesisa: besa: le, ili seba: ma.” Uda da amane sia: i,
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16 “Na sasagesu dunu da na: Amola na da ea: E da ea sibi wa: i amo ‘lili’ bugiga ha: i manu ianeawane,
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] amongst the lilies.
17 hahabe fo da fulabosea amola gasi da alalolesi ba: sea fawane yolesisa. Na dogolegei! Buhagima! ‘Gasele dia’ ohe agoane amola ‘dia’ gawali amo da Bidia goumi alelaloi amoga esala agoane, buhagima.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
