Wer Mamit 6
1 Jaherani olal kune, yaye jaber mogik e dier nyiri mabeyo? Jaherani ne oluwo kanye, mondo wakonyi manye?
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 Jaherana osedhi e puothe, kama gik mangʼwe ngʼar dongoe, mondo omeny ei puothe kendo ochok ondanyo.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Jaherana en mara kendo an bende an mare; omiyo omenyo e dier ondanyo.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
4 Jaherana, ijaber mana ka Tirza, ilongʼo mana ka Jerusalem, ichanori mana ka jolweny motingʼo bendeche.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Gol wengegi kuoma; nikech giberna. Yie wiyi chalo kweth mag diek, malor koa e got Gilead.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
6 Lekeni tar mana ka kweth mag rombe mowuok kar luok. Moro ka moro wuotho gi nyithinde ma rude kendo onge moro man kende.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
7 Lembi ma iumo gi nanga chalo gi olemo mongʼinore mochiek makwar.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 Ruoth nigi mon piero auchiel gi mon mamoko piero aboro, kod nyiri mapok ongʼeyo chwo mokadho akwana.
There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.
9 To an ahero mana nyako achiel kende, ma jaber ka akuru, en e nyar min kende, mohero malich. Jotich ma nyiri konene, to luonge ni nyako mogwedhi, to mond ruoth kod mon mamoko konene to pake.
My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, and they praised her.
10 Ma to en ngʼa mabiro apoya ka piny madwa ru? Adier, ober ka dwe kendo ongʼangʼni ka wangʼ chiengʼ, bende ochanore ka sulwe moriedo.
Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11 Ne alor mwalo nyaka e puoth mananas, mondo ane kaka gidongo e holo, kendo mondo ane ka mzabibu osechako golo maua kata ka olemo mongʼinore osechako chiek makwar.
I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Apoya nono, kapok angʼeyo, gombona notingʼa motera nyaka dier geche joka ruoth.
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
13 Yie iduogi, yie iduogi, yaye nyar jo-Shulam; yie iduogi, yie iduogi, mondo waneni! Wuowi Ere gima omiyo ungʼiyo nyar jo-Shulam kamano, mana ka gima omielo miend Mahanaim?
Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
