On Lal Solomon 7
1 Fisrak mutan, mutan fusr na kato se pa kom an! Niom arulana oasku in fahluk lom an. Finyepom uh raraun Oana ma mwet usrnguk ke tufahlfal uh orala.
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.
2 Futom oana sie ahlu pol Ma wain keng uh tia wi lisr loac uh. Kapin siom oana tohktok in wheat se Ma ros kiuf uh raunela.
Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Titi lom uh oana deer fak lukwa, Ku kosro gazelle lukwa.
Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Inkwawom oana sie tower naweyukla ke ivory. Atronmotom oana lulu in kof in siti Heshbon Su oan sisken mutunpot lun siti pwengpeng sac. Infwem kato oana tower lun Lebanon Su tuyak suwohs ac tawi acn Damascus.
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,
5 Kom pusrukak sifom nu lucng oana Fineol Carmel. Aunsifom pirakla ac saromrom oana nuknuk musresre na wowo; Katoiya uh ku in akmunasyela sie tokosra.
Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 Kom arulana kato ac oasku; Lungse lom nu sik arulana akpwaryeyu.
How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
7 Kom loes oasriksrik oana soko sak palm, Ac titi lom an oana ungin fokin palm uh.
This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
8 Nga ac fanukya palm soko uh Ac filiya pouk ke fahko kac uh. Titi lom oana ungin grape uh sik, Ac momong lom uh keng oana foulin apple uh.
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,
9 Ac oalum oana wain ma wo oemeet uh. Verse Lun Mutan Se Fin ouinge, lela wain uh in sororla nu yurin el su saok sik, Ac kahkla fin ngoasrol ac wihsel.
And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 Nga ma na lun el su nga lungse, ac el mwelyu na.
I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Fahsru, kom su saok sik. Lela kut in illa nu inimae Ac motullana we.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Kut ac fah toang na tukakek ac som nu ke ima in grape, Ac liye lah elos mutawauk in kapak, Ac liye lah ros uh mutawauk in farengelik, Ac oayapa in liye lah sak pomegranate oasr ros kac. Na nga ac fah akkalemye lungse luk nu sum uh e we.
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;
13 Kom ac ku na in ngokak foul keng ke ros mandrake uh, Ac fokinsak wowo nukewa pa na oan sisken srungul in lohm uh. Ku na safla luk, nga elosak kain mwe insewowo nukewa nu sum.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
