¹Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee; And they would not despise me.

¹ Doŋ day ni ma ciya sanda ay arme kaŋ n'ay nya fafa naan! Naŋ kulu kaŋ ay di nin taray, Kal ay ma ni garba sunsum, Boro kulu s'ay hahaara mo.

²I would lead thee, bring thee into my mother's house; Thou wouldest instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.

² Doŋ kal ay ma ni candi, Ya konda nin ay nya kwaara, Ni mo m'ay dondonandi. Kala ya ni no duvan* salwata kaŋ gonda yaazi, Kaŋ i te d'ay garenadey, ni ma haŋ mo.

³His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand embrace me.

³ A kambe wow ma bara ay boŋo cire, A kambe ŋwaaro mo m'ay ganday. Arhiijo ne:

⁴I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, ... Why should ye stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please?

⁴ Ya araŋ Urusalima wandiyey, Ay goono g'araŋ kaseeti, Wa si ay baakwa tunandi. Araŋ ma s'a mo hay mo, Kala nd'a yadda jina. Doonko marga ne:

⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awoke thee under the apple-tree: There thy mother brought thee forth; There she brought thee forth [that] bore thee.

⁵ May no wayboro wo kaŋ ga fun saajo ra, Kaŋ go ga jeeri nga baakwa gaa? Arhiijo ne: Pom* nya cire no ay na ni tunandi jirbi, Nango kaŋ ni nya na ni hay, Nango kaŋ ni nya taabi ka ni hay nooya.

⁶Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol: The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, Flames of Jah.

⁶ M'ay daŋ ka te sanda kawaatimi ni bina ra, Sanda kawaatimi ni kamba gaa mo. Zama baakasinay gonda gaabi sanda buuyaŋ cine. Canse mo gonda laala sanda Alaahara cine, A deena ya danji beele no, Rabbi danji beela kaŋ ga futu cine.

⁷Many waters cannot quench love, Neither do the floods drown it: Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would utterly be contemned.

⁷ Hari zuru boobo si hin ka baakasinay wi, Hari-yaa mo si hin k'a daabu. Baa day boro na nga windi arzaka kulu no ka baakasinay day, A si ganji i g'a cabe donda-caray gumo. Doonko marga ne:

⁸We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? --

⁸ Iri gonda kayne wayboro fo kaŋ sinda fafa. Mate no iri ga te iri kayne wayboro wo se han kaŋ hane i tun a hiijay ceeciyaŋ se?

⁹If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver; And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.

⁹ D'a ciya cinari, kay, Iri ga nzarfu cinari cina a boŋ. D'a ciya windi me mo, Kal iri m'a windi nda sedre kataakuyaŋ. Wayhiijo ne:

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

¹⁰ Ay wo, waato ay ya cinari no, Ay fafey mo ga hima cinari kuuku yaŋ. Waato din gaa no ay du a do gaakuri.

¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon: He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces.

¹¹ Waato Suleymanu gonda reyzin* kali kaŋ go Baal-Hamon. A na nga kalo sufuray goy-teeri fooyaŋ se, I afo kulu ma kande nzarfu gude zambar fo-fo fari albarka banandi.

¹²My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: The thousand [silver-pieces] be to thee, Solomon; And to the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

¹² Ay kalo kaŋ ay wane no go ay kambe ra. Nin mo, Suleymanu, zambaro ni wane no, Ngey kaŋ goono g'a albarka gaay mo ga du zangu hinka. Arhiijo ne:

¹³Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken to thy voice: Let me hear [it].

¹³ Ya nin kaŋ goono ga goro kaley ra, Ay hangasiney goono ga hanga jeeri ni jinda se. Naŋ ay mo ma maa. Wayhiijo ne:

¹⁴Haste, my beloved, And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

¹⁴ Ya ay baakwa, ma te da cahãyaŋ. Ma fooru sanda jeer'ize wala ŋwe ize tondey kaŋ yaŋ gonda yaazi haw kaano boŋ.