1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
1 Ya Sulam ize wayo, ma ye ka kaa, ma ye ka kaa! Ma ye ka kaa, ma ye ka kaa, iri ma ni guna. Arhiijo ne: Ifo se no araŋ ga ba araŋ ma Sulam ize wayo guna, Danga day sata hinka gaani cine?
1How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
2 Ya bonkoono ize wayo, Ni cey gunayaŋ ga boori ni taamey ra! Ni ankorey, sanda taalam tondiyaŋ no, goni kambe goy.
2Thy body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
3 Ni fuuma ga hima gaasiya, Naŋ kaŋ i si jaŋ duvan* salwate. Ni gunda ga hima alkama gu, Kaŋ waaliya boko go g'a windi.
3Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
4Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
4 Ni fafa hinka ga hima sanda jeeri ize taway hinka jeeri nya do.
4Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
5Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
5 Ni jinda ga boori sanda cinari kuuku kaŋ i te da cebeeri hinje. Ni moy mo ga hima sanda Hesbon ra banguyaŋ kaŋ yaŋ go Bayt-Rabbim kwaara meyey gaa. Ni niina ga hima sanda Liban cinari kuuko kaŋ ga Damaskos do haray guna.
5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof].
6How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
6 Ni boŋo ni jinda gaa, sanda Karmel cine no. Ni boŋ hamno mo ga hima suudi. A turanta ga bonkoono di ka daŋ tamtaray.
6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
7 Ya ay baakwa, baakasinay korno hari! Ni ga sogo no, ni ga kaan mo sanda ifo cine!
7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
8I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
8 Ni kuuyaŋo sanda sabb'ize cine no, Ni fafey sanda a fafey cine yaŋ no.
8I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
9Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
9 Ay ne: «Ay ga sabb'ize nya wo kaaru, Ay m'a zuguley di.» Naŋ ni fafey ma ciya sanda reyzin* nya fafayaŋ, Ni fulanzamyaŋo haw ma hima pom* hawo.
9And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
10I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
10 Ni meyo mo ma hima duvan kaŋ kaan nd'i kulu. Wayhiijo ne: A ga zulli ay baakwa se. A ga gana borey kaŋ goono ga jirbi me-kuurey ra.
10I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
11 Ay ya ay baakwa wane no, A laakalo mo go ay gaa.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
12Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
12 Ya ay baakwa, kaa, Iri ma koy ka bar-bare farey ra, Iri ma kani kawyey ra.
12Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
13The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
13 Iri ma tun da hinay ka koy reyzin kaley ra, Iri ma di hala reyzin* tiksey te kobto, Hal i booso mo feeri, Hala garenadey mo boosu. Noodin no ay g'ay baakasina cabe ni se.
13The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
14 Kori gabu goono ga haw kaano te. Iri fu meyo gaa mo tuuri ize kaano dumi kulu go no, Itaji nda izeeno kaŋ yaŋ ay jisi ni se, ya ay baakwa.