Wer Mamit 5
1 Asebiro e puotha, yaye jaherana; asechoko ubani gi modhi madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar, asechamo pednina kaachiel kod mor kich mara; kendo asemadho divaina kod chak. Osiepe Yaye osiepena, chiemuru kendo methuru; yaye joherana, methuru ma romu.
I have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
2 Ne anindo, to chunya ne neno. Lingʼ uwinji! Jaherana dwongʼo kowacho niya, “Yaye jaherana, yawna kendo winja maber, yaye jaherana mamuol mana ka akuru. Tho opongʼo wiya, kendo yie wiya opongʼ gi ngʼich mar otieno.”
I am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.”
3 Aselonyo lepa, koro idwaro ni achak arwakra kendo? Aselwoko tienda, koro idwaro ni achak anyon lowo kendo?
I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
4 Jaherana nosoyo lwete e otuchi mar dhoot; chunya nochako gwecho ka dware.
My beloved sent his hand from the network, And my bowels were moved for him.
5 Ne aa malo mondo ayawne jaherana, kendo lwetena ne ton mo mangʼwe ngʼar ma nengone tek. Morno ma nengone tek mane ni e lith lweta nomieno pata mar dhoot.
I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
6 Ne ayawone jaherana, mi ayudo ka jaherana osewuok kendo osea! Chunya norumo kane odhi oyomba. Ne amanye, to ne ok ayude. Ne aluonge, to ne ok odwoka.
I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, and he did not answer me.
7 Jorito noromo koda kane giwuotho gotieno e alwora mar dala. Ne gigoya marach ma gihinya; kendo jorito marichogo, ne omaya lawa!
The watchmen who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
8 Amiyou chik, un nyi Jerusalem ni ka uyudo jaherana, to ubiro nyise nangʼo? Nyiseuru ni hera ma aherego odwaro nega?
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with love!
9 Ere kaka jaherani oloyo chwo mamoko, yaye jaber mogik e dier nyiri mabeyo duto? Ere kaka jaherani oloyo chwo mamoko, momiyo imiyowa chik ma kamano?
What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured us?
10 Jaherana rieny kendo rapudo, oloyo chwo alufu apar.
My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
11 Wiye chalo dhahabu maler, yie wiye beyo kendo boyo, bende yie wiyego ratengʼ ka yie agak.
His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
12 Wengene chalo akuru mopiyo but aore mamol, moluoki gi chak, kendo ochan kaka kite ma nengogi tek.
His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
13 Lembe chalo gi apilo mokuogi magolo suya mamit. Pien dhoge chalo ondanyo, ma mo madungʼ tik mangʼwe ngʼar tonie.
His cheeks [are] as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,
14 Bedene chalo gi luth mar dhahabu, mokedi gi kite ma nengongi tek. Dende chalo gi lak liech moywe maler, mokedi gi kit safir.
His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
15 Tiendene chalo gi sirni mag kit ombo mochungʼ e mise mag dhahabu maler. Onenore ka got mar Lebanon, kendo ongʼongʼore ka bepe sida mag Lebanon.
His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
16 Mano kaka dhoge mit nyodho, kendo ober moloyo chwo mamoko. Mano e jaherana, mano e osiepna, yaye nyi Jerusalem.
His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
