1I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
1 A go, ya ay waymo, ay wayhiijo, Ay kaa ay kalo ra. Ay n'ay zawul d'ay jinayey margu-margu. Ay n'ay yuwo ŋwa nga fanta ra, Ay n'ay duvaŋo d'ay wa gano mo haŋ. Doonko marga ne: Ya ay corey, wa ŋwa, wa haŋ. Oho, ya baakoy, wa haŋ iboobo. Wayhiijo ne:
2I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
2 Ay goono ga jirbi, amma ay bina mana kani. Ay baakwa jinda neeya! A goono ga fu meyo kar, a goono ga ne: «Ma meyo fiti ay se, ya ay wayme, ya ay baakwa, Ay koloŋa, ay wane ihanna kaŋ sinda laru. Zama ay boŋo tay da harandaŋ, Ay boŋ hamney mo gonda cin hari tolli-tolliyaŋ.»
3-- I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? --
3 Ay n'ay kwaayo kaa, Mate n'ay ga te ka ye k'a daŋ koyne? Ay n'ay ce taamey nyun, Mate n'ay ga te ka ye k'i ziibandi koyne?
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
4 Ay baakwa na nga kambe daŋ fu meyo funa gaa, Ay bina mo hẽ a se.
5I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
5 Ay tun zama ya fu meyo fiti ay baakwa se, Ay kambey mo go ga zawul tolli-tolli, Ay kambayzey gonda zawul hari fu meyo feeriyaŋ harey gaa.
6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
6 Ay na fu meyo fiti ay baakwa se, Amma ay baakwa jin ka dira ka koy. Ay bina tu a se waati kaŋ a salaŋ. Ay n'a ceeci, amma ay mana du a. Ay n'a ce, amma a mana tu ay se.
7The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
7 Batukoy kaŋ ga kwaara windi n'ay gar. I n'ay kar k'ay maray. Meyey batukoy n'ay bangumo yabu ka ta ay gaa.
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ... What will ye tell him? -- That I am sick of love.
8 Ya araŋ Urusalima wandiyey, ay n'araŋ lordi: D'araŋ di ay baakwa, Kal araŋ ma ci a se ka ne ay jante baakasinay sabbay se. Doonko marga ne:
9What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
9 Day, man no ni baakwa bisa baako fo, Ya nin kaŋ boori ka bisa wayborey kulu? Man no ni baakwa bisa baako fo kaŋ ni n'iri lordi ya-cine? Wayhiijo ne:
10My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
10 Ay baakwa ya idaara no, ihanno mo no. A beera bisa boro zambar way wane.
11His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
11 A boŋo sanda wura kaŋ bisa hay kulu booriyaŋ no, A boŋ hamno kunkunante no, Kaŋ ga bi sanda gaaru cine.
12His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
12 A moy ga hima koloŋayyaŋ kaŋ go gooru me gaa waney, Nyunanteyaŋ no nda wa gani, I n'i sinji hal a ma boori mo.
13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
13 A garbey ga hima sanda kobto kaŋ gonda haw kaano, Danga waddi kaŋ haw ga kaan gusamo cine. A me kuurey ga hima waaliya bokoyaŋ, I ga zawul hari tolli-tolli.
14His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
14 A kambey ga hima wura korbayyaŋ kaŋ gaa i na topaz* tondiyaŋ daŋ. A gunda sanda cebeeri hinje no kaŋ ga nyaale, Kaŋ i taalam da safir tondiyaŋ.
15His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
15 A cey ga hima sanda tondi kwaaray cinariyaŋ, Kaŋ goono ga sinji wura hanno kanjeyaŋ ra. A diyaŋ ga hima Liban, Nga wo beeray-beerikoy no sanda sedreyaŋ cine.
16His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16 A meyo ga kaan gumo. Oho, nga bumbo ya baakasinay hari no gumo. Ay baakwa nooya -- ay cora nooya, Ya araŋ Urusalima wandiyey.