Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
“Di da a: fini ida: iwanedafa. Dia emo, dia emo salasu ganodini da isisima: goi ba: sa. Dia masele dalegala: i da fedege liligi hahamosu dawa: dui dunu ea hamosu defele gala.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
Dia semogofo da ononoi faigelei waini hanoga nabane, ebelemu da hamedei agoane ba: sa. Dia bulu ga: su da widi dabosu amo ‘lili’ mosoi amoga bului agoai ba: sa.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Dia dodo da ‘dia’ ohe aduna lalelegei amola ‘gasele dia’ aduna agoane ba: sa.
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
Dia galogoa da ‘aifoli’ diasu sedade gagagula heda: i agoane ba: sa. Dia si elea da hano wayabo Hesiabone moilai bai bagade amo ea logo holei gadenene diala, agoai ba: sa. Dia mi da Lebanone diasu sedade gagagula heda: i amo da Dama: sagase moilai bai bagadega, sosodo aligisu dunu amo moilai ouligimusa: esaloma: ne gagui, agoaiwane noga: idafa ba: sa.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
Gamele Goumi da gadodafa agoai, di da dia dialuma gadoba: le gadole ahoa. Dia dialumasa da ‘sa: dini’ abula ea ela: mai agoai ba: sa. Ea isisima: goi da hina bagade gagulaligimu defele gala.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
Di da isisima: goidafa! Dia noga: idafa sasagesu hou amo da dunu gumima: ne agoane hamosa.
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
Di da gumudi ifa agoane, da: da: lole ahoa. Dia dodo da dadi fage sosogoi agoane ba: sa.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
Na da dadi ifaba: le heda: le, ea fage faimu. Na da dia dodo waini fage sosogoi agoai ba: sa, amola dia mifo amo ‘a: bele’ fage ea gabusiga: defele gala.
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
Amola dia lafi da baligili noga: i waini defele gala.” Uda da amane sia: sa, “Defea! Amo waini hano da moloiwane na sasagesu dunu masunu da defea. Waini hano da ea lafi amola ea bese amodili musa: le sa: imu da defea.
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
Na da na sasagesu dunu ea: Amola e da na hanasa.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
Na dogolegei! Misa! Ani da hamega gadili amoga asili, diasu gilisisu fonobahadi amo ganodini gasi afae golamu.
12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
Ani da hahabedafa wa: legadole, waini efe sagai muni, heda: bayale amola sogea da falegabeyale, amola ‘bomegala: nidi’ ifa sogea heda: bayale abodemu. Amogawi na da dima sasagesu imunu.
13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
Di da ‘ma: nadala: ige’ ea gabusiga: noga: idafa nabimu. Amola fage noga: idafa ania logo ga: su gadenene ligi dialebe ba: mu. Na dogolegei! Na gaheabolo amola hea hahawane hamosu amo dima imunusa: modai diala.
