Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
“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 waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with 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 two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Dia dodo da ‘dia’ ohe aduna lalelegei amola ‘gasele dia’ aduna agoane ba: sa.
4 Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to 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 on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
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 beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
Di da isisima: goidafa! Dia noga: idafa sasagesu hou amo da dunu gumima: ne agoane hamosa.
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
Di da gumudi ifa agoane, da: da: lole ahoa. Dia dodo da dadi fage sosogoi agoane ba: sa.
8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
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 palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
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 [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
Na da na sasagesu dunu ea: Amola e da na hanasa.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Na dogolegei! Misa! Ani da hamega gadili amoga asili, diasu gilisisu fonobahadi amo ganodini gasi afae golamu.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
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 have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
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.
