No Blemish Dey You
The man dey praise the woman one-one, every part of her body, call her him bride and sister, talk say no fault dey for her body. She be garden wey dem lock, spring wey dem seal, na only him get am. For the end she answer, she call the wind and she open that garden by herself.
4 1How you fine so, my love, how you fine reach! Your eyes na dove for back your veil. Your hair be like flock of goat wey dey comot for di slopes of Gilead. 2Your teeth be like flock of sheep wey dem just shave, wey dey comot from di washing, every one carry twins, and no be one among dem lost im young. 3Your lips be like scarlet thread, and your mouth fine well well. Your cheeks be like halves of pomegranate for back your veil. 4Your neck be like di tower of David, wey dem build for rows of stone; for on am, 1,000 shields dey hang, every one na warrior im shield. 5Your two breasts be like two young deer, twins of gazelle, wey dey chop grass among di lilies. 6Until di day go breathe and di shadows go run comot, I go go di mountain of myrrh and to di hill of frankincense. 7You fine finish, my love; no blemish dey you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Look down from di peak of Amana, from di peak of Senir and Hermon, from di dens of lion, from di mountain haunts of leopard. 9You don capture my heart, my sister, my bride; you don capture my heart with just one look of your eyes, with just one jewel of your necklace. 10How your love take fine so, my sister, my bride! Your love better pass wine, and di sweet smell of your oils pass any spice! 11Your lips dey drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk dey under your tongue, and di sweet smell of your clothes be like di sweet smell of Lebanon.
12Garden wey dem lock na my sister, my bride, spring wey dem lock, fountain wey dem seal. 13Your branches na orchard of pomegranate with di best fruits, henna with nard, 14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every tree of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all di finest spices. a a v14 Calamus na reed wey dey smell sweet wey dem dey use as spice. 15You na garden fountain, well of living water, and streams wey dey flow comot from Lebanon. 16Wake up, north wind, and come, south wind! Breathe for on top my garden, make im spices flow. Make my beloved come inside im garden and chop im finest fruits.
