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.
Kva ne'mofo mofamoka kagia noma antaninana kagamo'a hirantoza hu'ne. Kagiamo'a knarezantfa hu'neankino, keonke'zama tro'ma hu'are'ma knare'ma hu'nea vahe'mo'ma havere'ma eri vimago huno marerirafa avasesezama tro hunteankna huno hentofaza hu'ne.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
Hagi mnanentake zane wainima eri haviama hunentaza kapugna huno kriko'mo'a knare zantfa hu'ne. Hagi kamumo'a witi herafintazageno hihi huno mareriaza huno marerinegeno, liliema nehaza trazamofo amosrenu avasase hugagintazageno asivaziankna huno knare zantfa hu'ne.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Tare aminka' amokea tare anenta dia afukna nehuke, gezelie nehaza kugave'za dia afukna hu'na'e.
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.
Knankemo'a mani'nezama kuma kegavama nehaza noma elefanti aveteti kinazankna huno hentofaza hu'ne. Hanki kavurga raremokea Hesboni kumapine, Bat-rabimi kuma kafante me'nea tirutamimpinti ru marave hiankna huno hentofaza hu'ne. Kagonamo'a Lebanoni kumate mani'nezama kegavama nehaza za'za nomo'ma Damaskasi kaziga avugosa hunteankna huno knare'zantfa hu'ne.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
Hagi kasenimo'a mesga huno Kameli agonagna nehigeno, kazokamo'a kini ne'mofo tavravegna hu'ne. Hagi e'i ana kazoka kutera kini ne'mo'a evuramigahie.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
Navesima negantoa mofamoka kagra marerigatere zagani'a mani'nane. Kagri kavufgare'ma mika zama me'nea zamo'a nazeri muse nehige'na, nagra tusiza hu'na navesinegantoe.
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
Kagra tofe zafagna hunka za'za hu'nankeno, aminka'araremokea tofe zafamo asite asite ragama renteankna hu'na'e.
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,
Hagi nagra tofe zafare marerina raga'a azerigahue. Tare aminka'amokea grepi ragamo'ma hiaza nehigeno, kasimu'ma nentakeno'a epoli zafa ragamo'ma neviankna mna nevie.
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
Hagi nagi'ma nenankeno'a, haga'amo'a knare zantfama hu'nea wainima nenogeno, haganentake'ma huno nagipima uramiankna nehie.
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
Nagra ve'nimofo su'za manugeno, agra tusiza huno avesi nenante.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
Navesima negantoa ne'moka egeta avo'nompi vano nehuta, osi kumatamimpi umasamneno.
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.
Nanterame otita waini hozafi vuta, waini zafamo'ma amuma marege amosrema rupokrasege'ma hu'nenigura ome kegahu'e. Ana nehuta pomigreneti zafamo'ma amosrema ahenenigura negeta, anampi navesima negantoa zana eri kaveri hugahue.
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.
E'i anampi mentreki zafa ragamo'a, tusi mna nevina kahantirera maka knare'nare zafa raga nemena, kasefa ragane korapa zafa raganena megahiankino, e'i ana suzantamina navesima negantomoka antegante'noe.
