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.
As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
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 waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Dia dodo da ‘dia’ ohe aduna lalelegei amola ‘gasele dia’ aduna agoane ba: sa.
Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
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 as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to 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 as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 Di da isisima: goidafa! Dia noga: idafa sasagesu hou amo da dunu gumima: ne agoane hamosa.
How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7 Di da gumudi ifa agoane, da: da: lole ahoa. Dia dodo da dadi fage sosogoi agoane ba: sa.
This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to 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, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
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 palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 Na da na sasagesu dunu ea: Amola e da na hanasa.
I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Na dogolegei! Misa! Ani da hamega gadili amoga asili, diasu gilisisu fonobahadi amo ganodini gasi afae golamu.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
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.
We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
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 mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
