¹Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

¹ Ya nin kaŋ boori nd'i kulu wayborey game ra, Man no ni baakwa koy, Man no ni baakwa gana, Hal iri m'a ceeci ni banda? Wayhiijo ne:

²My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

² Ay baakwa zulli ka koy nga kalo do, A koy yaazi ize kosuyaŋ. A koy nga ma kuru kaley ra, nga ma waaliya boko kosu.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

³ Ay ya ay baakwa wane no, nga mo ay wane no. A ga kuru waaliya bokoyaŋ game ra. Arhiijo ne:

⁴Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:

⁴ Ya ay baakwa, ni ya ihanno no, sanda Tirza kwaara cine. Ni ya isogo no, sanda Urusalima cine. Ni gonda gaakuri mo sanda wongu marga nda nga liiliwaley.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

⁵ Ma ni moy hibandi ka kaa ay gaa, Zama i n'ay bina di. Ni boŋ hamno ga hima hincin kuru, Kaŋ yaŋ goono ga zumbu ka fun Jileyad boŋ.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

⁶ Ni hinjey ga hima feeji kuru kaŋ go ga fun nyumayyaŋ do, Kaŋ yaŋ ga sasare ihinka-hinka, ihinka-hinka, Baa afolloŋ mana gaze i ra.

⁷As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

⁷ Ni gawaley ga hima garenad dumbari ni bangumo ra.

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:

⁸ Wayboro bonkooni waydu no ka bara, da wahay wahakku, Wandiyey mo si kabu ka ban.

⁹My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

⁹ Amma ay koloŋa wo kaŋ sinda laru, Nga hinne no, Nga hinne no za nyaŋo do, Ize kwaaso no nyaŋo kaŋ n'a hay din do. Wandiyey di a ka ne a se albarkante no. Oho, wayboro bonkooney da wahayey di a, i n'a sifa mo.

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?

¹⁰ May no woone kaŋ goono ga bangay sanda mo boyaŋ, Ihanno no sanda hando, fasaw sanda wayna, Kaŋ gonda gaakuri sanda wongu marga nda nga liiliwaley?

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.

¹¹ Ay zulli ka koy tuuri izey kalo do, Ay ma di gooro ra tilam-tilamey, Ay ma di hala reyzin* tiksa goono ga te kobto, Wala hala garenadey goono ga boosu.

¹²Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.

¹² Za ay mana soola, Ay bina konda ay ay boro naanaykoyey torkey ra.

¹³Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. -- What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? -- As it were the dance of two camps.