Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
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 body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about 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 are like two fawns, that are 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 an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks 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 on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its 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 beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for 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, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its 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 up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell 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 Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over my lips and my teeth.
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. His desire is toward me.
Nagra ve'nimofo su'za manugeno, agra tusiza huno avesi nenante.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
Navesima negantoa ne'moka egeta avo'nompi vano nehuta, osi kumatamimpi umasamneno.
12 Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. 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 give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored 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.
