Wer Mamit 2
1 An maua madungʼ tik mamit mag Sharon, bende an ondanyo madongo e holo.
I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 Mana ka ondanyo motwi e dier kuthe e kaka jaherana chalo e dier nyiri.
As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 Mana kaka yiend olemo mayom manie dier yiende mamoko mag bungu, e kaka jaherana chalo e dier chwo matindo. Amor ka abet e tipone, kendo olembe milimili e dhoga.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Osetera e od budho mare, kendo herane oliero e wiya ka bendera.
He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5 Miya jip gi olemb mzabibu mosemo e chiengʼ, duog chunya gi olemo mayom, nikech hera onura.
Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
6 Bade ma koracham oteno wiya to bade ma korachwich okwaka.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7 Un nyi Jerusalem, asiemou gi nying nyakech kod mwanda manie e thim, ni kik utug hera kata chiewe ka sa ne pok oromo.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 Lingʼane, awinjo dwond jaherana kabiro! Kochikore ewi gode kobiro, kendo obiro kolengʼore ewi gode matindo.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9 Jaherana chalo gi mwanda manie thim. Nene kaka ochungʼ e tok ohinga, kongʼicho gie dirise manie kor ohinga, kendo kongʼicho gie bath dirisa.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
10 Jaherana nowuoyo kendo nowachona niya, “Aa malo jaherana, bi wadhiyo, yaye jaber.
My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Ndalo chwiri osekalo; koth osechok kendo oserumo.
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12 Maua osechako thiewo e puothe; kinde mag wer osechopo, ndalo ma akuch oduglani werie mamit koro winjore e gwengʼwa.
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13 Yiend ngʼowu golo olembene mokwongo; thiepe mag mzabibu keyo tikgi mamit. Aa malo ibi, jaherana; bi mondo wadhiyo, yaye jaber.”
The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14 Yaye akucha manie buche manie kor lwanda; kuonde mopondo manie kor gode, yie aneye wangʼi, kendo yie awinjie dwondi; nimar dwondi mit, kendo wangʼi ber neno.
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Maknwauru nyithind bwe ma pod tindo, maketho puothewa mag mzabibu; nikech dipo ka giketho mzabibuwa mosechako thiewo.
Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16 Jaherana en mara kendo an mare; odongo maber e dier ondanyo.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
17 Nyaka chop piny yawre kendo tipo mag gik moko lal, duog ira, jaherana, mana kaka mwanda gi le mamoko ringo kadok e gode.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
