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.
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 waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with 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 two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Tare aminka' amokea tare anenta dia afukna nehuke, gezelie nehaza kugave'za dia afukna hu'na'e.
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,
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 on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
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 beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in 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 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
Kagra tofe zafagna hunka za'za hu'nankeno, aminka'araremokea tofe zafamo asite asite ragama renteankna hu'na'e.
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,
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 palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
Hagi nagi'ma nenankeno'a, haga'amo'a knare zantfama hu'nea wainima nenogeno, haganentake'ma huno nagipima uramiankna nehie.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
Nagra ve'nimofo su'za manugeno, agra tusiza huno avesi nenante.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Navesima negantoa ne'moka egeta avo'nompi vano nehuta, osi kumatamimpi umasamneno.
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;
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 have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
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.
