Wer Mamit 7
1 Mano kaka tiendeni beyo kirwako pat pat, yaye nyar joka ruoth! Tiendeni pichni ka kite ma nengogi tek, ka gima jopecho molony ema opayo.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2 Pendi ogomo ka wend agwata, ma divai moru maber ok rumie. Nungoni chalo pidh ngano mochok kaachiel, ma ondanyo olworo koni gi koni.
Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Thundeni chalo gi nyithind mwanda ariyo, gichalo gi nyithind mwanda ma rude.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
4 Ngʼuti chalo gi kar ngʼicho motingʼore gi malo molos gi lak liech. Wengeni nyawni ka pi Yawo mar Heshbon but rangach mar Bath Rabim. Umi chalo gi kar ngʼicho motingʼore gi malo mar Lebanon momanyore gi Damaski.
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Wiyi miyi duongʼ mana ka Got Karmel, yie wiyi to ochanore ka orengo mar ruoth, kendo omako pach ruoth.
Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
6 Mano kaka ijaber kendo imiya mor, mano kaka imora, yaye jaherana!
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
7 Dendi odongo mana ka othith, to thundi to chalo mana ka olemo, mogudore kanyachiel.
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
8 Ne awacho niya, “Abiro lwenyo yiend othith; nyaka amak olembe gi lweta.” Mad thundeni chal gi olemb, mzabibu mochokore kanyachiel, to tik mar muchi chal gi olemo mayom,
I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
9 kendo dhogi chal mana gi divai mamit. Nyako Mad divai lor mos e dwond jaherana, kamol mos e kind lewe kod lekene komadhe.
Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10 An mar jaherana, kendo gombone ni kuoma.
I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
11 Bi, jaherana, bi wadhi waba ei gwengʼ, kendo wanind oko e bunge.
Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
12 Bi wamondi gokinyi wadhi, e puothe mzabibu mondo wangʼiane, ka mzabibu oseolo, bende wangʼiane ka gisechako thiewo, kendo ka olembe mongʼinore oselokore makwar; kuno, ema abiro miyie herana.
Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
13 Kuno ema inyalo winjoe tik mar mandrake, kendo e odwa kanyo okanni gik mamit, motingʼo gik machon gi manyien, ma asebedo ka akanoni, yaye jaherana.
The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
