1The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
1 Baytey bayto, nga no ga ti Suleymanu bayto. Wayhiijo ne:
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
2 A m'ay sunsum nda nga meyo sunsumyaŋey, Zama ni baakasina bisa duvan*.
3Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
3 Ni jiyo haw ga kaan, Ni maa mo sanda ji kaŋ gonda haw kaano, Kaŋ i goono ga soogu. Woodin sabbay se no wandiyey ga ba nin.
4Draw me, we will run after thee! -- The king hath brought me into his chambers -- We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
4 Ay candi ni do, iri ma waasu. Bonkoono kande ay nga fuwo ra. Doonko marga ne: Iri ga farhã, iri ma bine kaani te da nin, Iri ga ni baakasina sifa ka bisa duvan. A ga saba no kaŋ i ga ba nin. Wayhiijo ne:
5I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
5 Ya araŋ Urusalima* wandiyey, Ay ya ibi no, amma ay ga sogo. Wayboro bi no sanda Kedar kuuru fuwey, Kaŋ ga boori sanda Suleymanu daabuley.
6Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
6 Wa s'ay guna zama se ay ga bi, Wayna no k'ay kukure. Ay nya-izey te ay se bine, I n'ay daŋ ya haggoy da reyzin* kaley. Amma ay bumbo kalo, yan'a haggoy.
7Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
7 Ya nin ay fundo baakwa, Ma ci ay se naŋ kaŋ ni ga ni almaney kuru, Nango kaŋ ni g'i foyandi da wayna to zaari bindi. Zama ifo se no ay ga ciya bar-barko, Ay ma ni hangasiney alman kurey gana? Arhiijo ne:
8If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
8 Wandiya, da ni si bay, Nin kaŋ ga boori nd'i kulu wandiyey game ra, Kala ni ma tun ka almaney ce gana. Ma ni feej'izey kuru hawjiyey bukkey do.
9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
9 Ya nin ay baakwa, ay na ni deedandi sanda bari tafa wandiyo Firawna torkey ra.
10Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
10 Ni garbey ga boori hamni handami ra, Ni jinda gaa mo gonda tondi caadante hiiriyaŋ. Doonko marga ne:
11We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
11 Iri ma wura bi ni se, Nga nda nzarfu gudeyaŋ care banda. Wayhiijo ne:
12While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
12 Waati kaŋ bonkoono goono ga goro nga taablo do, Ay nardi* jiyo ga nga haw kaana kaa taray.
13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
13 Ay baakwa ga hima ay se zawul* kunsumi kaŋ go ga kani ay fafey game ra cin me-a-me.
14My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
14 Ay baakwa ga hima ay se alhinna boosi kunsumi En-Gedi kaley ra. Arhiijo ne:
15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
15 Ni ga boori, ya ay baakwa, Oho, ni ga boori. Ni moy ga hima koloŋay wane. Wayhiijo ne:
16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
16 Oho, ni ga boori, ya ay baakwa. Oho, ni ga kaan ay se. Iri kaniyaŋo do subu tayo no.
17The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
17 Iri fu beene bundey sedre* kambeyaŋ no, Iri fu me bundey mo, sipres* wane no.