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,
As a lily among the thorns,
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,
So [is] my friend 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.
As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] 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 has brought me to a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
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.
Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with 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 embraces 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 adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
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 beloved! Behold, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Behold, this—he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 Na sasagesu dunu da nama sia: sa.” Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolei! Misa! Ani ahoa: di!
My beloved has answered and said to me, “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,
11 Anegagi oubi da yolei. Gibu amola da yolei.
For behold, the winter has passed by, The rain has passed away—it has gone.
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 the earth, The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my beautiful one, indeed, come away.
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 clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see your appearance, Cause me to hear your voice, For your voice [is] sweet, and your appearance lovely.”
15 Fogisi wa: me da waini sagai sogea heda: i amo wadela: lesisa: besa: le, ili seba: ma.” Uda da amane sia: i,
Seize for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 “Na sasagesu dunu da na: Amola na da ea: E da ea sibi wa: i amo ‘lili’ bugiga ha: i manu ianeawane,
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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 breaks forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
