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,
Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep 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,
Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among 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.
Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
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.
He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within 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.
Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
6 Ea fofadi lobo da na dialumaha diala, amola ea lobodafa da na sogoba: le nonogosa.
His left hand is 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,
Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
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.
Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across 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 beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
10 Na sasagesu dunu da nama sia: sa.” Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolei! Misa! Ani ahoa: di!
Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
11 Anegagi oubi da yolei. Gibu amola da yolei.
For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
12 Sogega mosoi da falegai dagoi. Wali da gesami hea: su esoha. Moifufui amoga ‘dafe’ sio da gesami hea: lala.
The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove 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 brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
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.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
15 Fogisi wa: me da waini sagai sogea heda: i amo wadela: lesisa: besa: le, ili seba: ma.” Uda da amane sia: i,
Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
16 “Na sasagesu dunu da na: Amola na da ea: E da ea sibi wa: i amo ‘lili’ bugiga ha: i manu ianeawane,
Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among 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 rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
