Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolegei amola na uda! Na da na ifabia golili sa: i dagoi. Na da na hedama: ne fodole nasu amola na gabusiga: ‘me’ amo da gagadolala. Na da na agime hano amola agime hano diasu nana. Na da na waini hano amola gebo dodo maga: me nana.” Uda da amane sia: i, “Sasagesu dabe dilia! Ha: i moma! Amola waini hano naleawane, sasagesu hou amoga feloama: ma!”
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
“Na da golai dialoba, na dogo da nedigi dialu. Na sasagesu da logoa lulu fugilaloba, na da golaia ba: lu.” Dunu da amane sia: i, “Na dogolegei! Na ‘dafe’ sio! Na misa: ma! Na dialuma da oubi mogele amoga nanegai gala.” Uda da amane sia: i,
3 I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
“Na da na abula gisa: i dagoi. Na da abuliba: le amo bu gasisa: lima: bela: ? Na da na emo dodofei dagoi. Na da laluba: le na emo bu nigima: ma: bela: ?
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
Na sasagesu dunu da logo ga: suga lobo ligisi. E da na gadenene esalebe, amo na dawa: loba, nodoi.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
Na da e ganodini misa: ne momagei dagoi ba: i. Na lobo da ‘me’ gabusiga: hano amoga dedeboi ba: i. Na da logo ga: su geda gagui.
6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
Na da na sasagesu dunu misa: ne logo doasi. Be e da asi dagoi ba: i. Na da ea sia: nabimusa: bagadewane hanai. Na da e hogoi be hame ba: i. Na da e wei be alofebe hame nabi.
7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
Sosodo aligisu dunu amo da moilai bai bagade sisiga: ha lala, na ba: i. Ilia da na fane, fofonomagia: i. Moilai bai bagade gagoi sosodo aligisu dunu ilia da na abula sawa: figi houga: le fasi.
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
Yelusaleme uda, dilia! Nama sia: ilegema! Dilia na sasagesu dunu ba: sea, ema na da sasagesu hou ha: giwane hamobeba: le gasa hame gala adoma: ne, sia: ilegema.” Yelusaleme uda ilia amane sia: i,
9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
“Saga! Dia noga: idafa ba: su da eno uda huluane baligisa. Be dia sasagesu dunu da eno dunu huluane baligisala: ? E da baligili noga: idafala: ? Ninia da abuliba: le dima ilegele sia: ma: bela: ?” Uda da amane sia: i,
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
“Na sasagesu dunu da noga: idafa ba: sa amola e da gasa bagade gala. E da dunu 10,000 gilisisu ganodini baligili noga: idafa ba: sa.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
Ea odagi gadofo da osoboya: i amola hohona: boi. Ea dialuma hinabo da helo amola balega sio defele, bunumai gala.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
Ea si da ‘dafe’ sio amo da dodo maga: mega dodofei amola hano yogo dalebe ea bega: esala, amo defele, noga: idafa ba: sa.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
Ea ba: da ifabi amo da hedama: ne fodole nasu bugi amoga nabai defele, noga: idafa ba: sa. Ea lafi gadofo da ‘lili’ mosoi amo ‘me’ hano amoga nanegai agoane ba: sa.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
Ea lobo da noga: le hamoi ba: sa amola ea lobo sogo gasisalasu amo da igi noga: idafa amoga nina: hamoi. Ea da: i da hohona: boi ‘aifoli’ amo da ‘sa: faia’ igi noga: i amoga nina: hamoi, agoane ba: sa.
15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
Ea masele da ‘a: laba: sade’ ganumu amo da gouli bai amoga sali agoane ba: sa. E da Lebanone Goumi alelaloi (amo da: iya da dolo ifa sedadedafa) amo agoane baligili noga: idafa ba: sa.
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Ea lafi da nonogosea hedasa. Na da ea hou huluane ba: sea, nodosa. Dilia, Yelusaleme uda! Na sasagesu dunu da agoaiwane gala.”
