Song of Solomon 4
1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats going down from Mount Gilead.
“Na dogolegei! Di da baligiliwane noga: i ba: sa! Dia si da dia odagi dedebosu abula baligadili, nenemegisa. Dia dialuma hinabo da goudi wa: i amo da Gilia: de agologa soagagala: ahoa agoane ououloba dabe ba: sa.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes, coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin, and none among them is bereaved.
Dia bese da sibi amo da hinabo waha dafoga: i amola dodofei agoane, folowaidafa ba: sa. Afae da hame gui ba: sa. Ilia huluane defele dadalei ba: sa.
3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet; your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves behind your veil.
Dia lafi gadofo da yoi efe agoai gala. Di da sia: sea, amo da noga: idafa ba: sa. Dia ba: dia odagi dedebosu abula baligadili, da nenemegisa.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of soldiers.
Dia asogoa da Da: ibidi ea diasu gado gagagula heda: i agoane, ononoi amola hohona: boi ba: sa. Dia gisa: gisu ga: i da da: igene ga: su 1000 agoane legei ba: sa.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
Dia dodo da ‘gasele dia’ ohe aduna lalelegei amo da ‘lili’ bugi ganodini ha: i nanebe agoai ba: sa.
6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Na da gabusiga: ‘me’ agolo ganodini esalumu. Hahabe fo da fulabosea amola gasi da alalolesisia fawane yolesimu.
7 You are beautiful in every way, my love and there is no blemish in you.
Na dogolegei! Di da noga: idafa ba: sa. Di da baligili noga: idafa.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come with me from Lebanon; come from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from lions' dens, from mountain dens of leopards.
Na uda! Ani Lebanone Goumi alelaloi amo fisili ahoa: di! Lebanonega ani ahoa: di! Amana Goumi da: iya gado amoga gudu sa: ima! Amola Sine Goumi amola Hemone Goumi (amoga laione wa: me amola lebade wa: me fi diala) amoga gudu sa: ima!
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart, with just one look at me, with just one jewel of your necklace.
Di da na dogolegei amola na uda! Dia siga ba: be amola dia gisa: gisu ga: i amo da fedege agoane, na dogo wamolai dagoi.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
Na dogolegei amola na uda! Dia sasagesu hou da nama hahawane hamosa. Dia sasagesu hou da waini hano ea hedai baligisa. Dia gabusiga: da hedama: ne fodole nasu ea hedabe baligisa.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Na dogolegei! Agime hano ea heda da dia lafi gadofo da: iya diala. Dia gona: su da nama dodo maga: me amola agime hano agoai gala. Dia abula ga: i gabusiga: da Lebanone ea gabusiga: defele gala.
12 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up, a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
Na dogolegei, na uda da muguniai ifabi amola gagoiga sisiga: i ifabi amola hisu nasu hano bubuga: su agoai gala.
13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits, and of henna and nard plants,
14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
Amogawi bugi liligi da noga: le heda: sa. Ilia da ‘bomegala: nidi’ bugi defele heda: sa. Amola amoga fage noga: idafa legei dialebe ba: sa. Amogawi, hedama: ne fodole nasu amola gabusiga: manoma hamosu bugi huluanedafa dialebe ba: sa. Amo da hena, nade, sa: falone, ga: lamase, sinamone, me, a:lou amola gabusiga: manoma hamosu bugi huluane.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing down from Lebanon.
Ifabi hano soga: su da hano nawa: li amo Lebanone Goumi alelaloi amoga dalebe ba: sa.” Uda da amane sia: i,
16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind; blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance. May my beloved come into his garden and eat some of its choice fruit.
“Ga (north) fo amo nedigima! Ga (south) fo amo na ifabia fulaboma! Hisi amo gabusiga: amoga nabalelesima! Na sasagesu dunu ea ifabia misa: ne amola amo ea fage legei noga: idafa moma: ne, logo doasima.”
