Soloumane ea Gesami 7
1 “Di da a: fini ida: iwanedafa. Dia emo, dia emo salasu ganodini da isisima: goi ba: sa. Dia masele dalegala: i da fedege liligi hahamosu dawa: dui dunu ea hamosu defele gala.
How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
2 Dia semogofo da ononoi faigelei waini hanoga nabane, ebelemu da hamedei agoane ba: sa. Dia bulu ga: su da widi dabosu amo ‘lili’ mosoi amoga bului agoai ba: sa.
Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
3 Dia dodo da ‘dia’ ohe aduna lalelegei amola ‘gasele dia’ aduna agoane ba: sa.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
4 Dia galogoa da ‘aifoli’ diasu sedade gagagula heda: i agoane ba: sa. Dia si elea da hano wayabo Hesiabone moilai bai bagade amo ea logo holei gadenene diala, agoai ba: sa. Dia mi da Lebanone diasu sedade gagagula heda: i amo da Dama: sagase moilai bai bagadega, sosodo aligisu dunu amo moilai ouligimusa: esaloma: ne gagui, agoaiwane noga: idafa ba: sa.
Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
5 Gamele Goumi da gadodafa agoai, di da dia dialuma gadoba: le gadole ahoa. Dia dialumasa da ‘sa: dini’ abula ea ela: mai agoai ba: sa. Ea isisima: goi da hina bagade gagulaligimu defele gala.
Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
6 Di da isisima: goidafa! Dia noga: idafa sasagesu hou amo da dunu gumima: ne agoane hamosa.
[HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
7 Di da gumudi ifa agoane, da: da: lole ahoa. Dia dodo da dadi fage sosogoi agoane ba: sa.
This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
8 Na da dadi ifaba: le heda: le, ea fage faimu. Na da dia dodo waini fage sosogoi agoai ba: sa, amola dia mifo amo ‘a: bele’ fage ea gabusiga: defele gala.
I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
9 Amola dia lafi da baligili noga: i waini defele gala.” Uda da amane sia: sa, “Defea! Amo waini hano da moloiwane na sasagesu dunu masunu da defea. Waini hano da ea lafi amola ea bese amodili musa: le sa: imu da defea.
And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
10 Na da na sasagesu dunu ea: Amola e da na hanasa.
I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
11 Na dogolegei! Misa! Ani da hamega gadili amoga asili, diasu gilisisu fonobahadi amo ganodini gasi afae golamu.
Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
12 Ani da hahabedafa wa: legadole, waini efe sagai muni, heda: bayale amola sogea da falegabeyale, amola ‘bomegala: nidi’ ifa sogea heda: bayale abodemu. Amogawi na da dima sasagesu imunu.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
13 Di da ‘ma: nadala: ige’ ea gabusiga: noga: idafa nabimu. Amola fage noga: idafa ania logo ga: su gadenene ligi dialebe ba: mu. Na dogolegei! Na gaheabolo amola hea hahawane hamosu amo dima imunusa: modai diala.
The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
