Song of Solomon 2

2 ¹I be rose for Sharon, lily for di valleys. ²As lily dey stand among tornbush, na so my love be among di young women. ³As apple tree dey stand among di trees of di bush, na so my beloved be among di young men. I sidon for im shade with plenty joy, and im fruit sweet for my mouth. ⁴E bring me go di banquet hall, and im banner wey e raise ontop me na love. ⁵Give me raisin make e strong me, refresh me with apple, because love don make me sick. ⁶Im left hand dey under my head, and im right hand dey hold me tight. ⁷Una daughters of Jerusalem, I charge una, by di gazelles or di deers of di field: no go stir up or wake love until di time wey e go please am.

⁸Di voice of my beloved! E dey come, e dey jump ontop di mountains, e dey leap ontop di hills. ⁹My beloved be like gazelle or young deer. Look, e dey stand for back of our wall, e dey peep through di windows, e dey look through di lattice. ¹⁰My beloved talk give me sey: Rise up, my love, my fine one, come make we go, ¹¹because di winter don pass; di rain don finish, e don go. ¹²Flowers don show for di ground, di time to sing don reach, and dem dey hear di voice of di turtledove for our land. ¹³Di fig tree don ripe im figs, and di vines don blossom; dem dey give dia sweet smell. Rise up, my love, my fine one, come make we go. ¹⁴My dove, wey dey inside di cracks of di rock, for di hiding places of di cliff, make I see your face, make I hear your voice, because your voice sweet, and your face fine well well. ¹⁵Catch di foxes for us, di small small foxes wey dey spoil di vineyards, because our vineyards don blossom. ¹⁶My beloved na my own, and I be im own; e dey feed among di lilies. ¹⁷Until day break and di shadows run comot, turn come back, my beloved, and be like gazelle or young deer ontop di rugged mountains.