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Rise Up, My Love, and Come

The woman dey talk, dey remember him shade, the feast hall, him arm under her head. Then she repeat how him call her through the window: cold season don finish, the fig dey ripe, come make we go. Two times she warn the daughters of Jerusalem make dem no wake love before e ready.

Chapter 2.

I be rose for Sharon, lily for di valleys. As lily dey stand among tornbush, na so my love be among di young women. As 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. E bring me go di banquet hall, and im banner wey e raise ontop me na love. Give me raisin make e strong me, refresh me with apple, because love don make me sick. Im left hand dey under my head, and im right hand dey hold me tight. Una 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.

Di voice of my beloved! E dey come, e dey jump ontop di mountains, e dey leap ontop di hills. My 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. My beloved talk give me sey: Rise up, my love, my fine one, come make we go, because di winter don pass; di rain don finish, e don go. Flowers don show for di ground, di time to sing don reach, and dem dey hear di voice of di turtledove for our land. Di 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. My 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. Catch di foxes for us, di small small foxes wey dey spoil di vineyards, because our vineyards don blossom. My beloved na my own, and I be im own; e dey feed among di lilies. Until day break and di shadows run comot, turn come back, my beloved, and be like gazelle or young deer ontop di rugged mountains.