I Open Door, But E Don Go
Him talk say him don enter him garden. Then the woman tell about one night wey she waste time for the door and open am too late, and she find say him don go. As she dey find am, the watchmen beat her. When dem ask her wetin make am different, she describe am from head reach leg.
5 1I don enter my garden, my sister, my bride; I don gather my myrrh with my spice, I don chop my honeycomb with my honey, I don drink my wine with my milk. Chop, my friends; drink, and drink well-well, una wey dey love!
2I dey sleep, but my heart dey awake. I hear sound—na my beloved dey knock: “Open door for me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, because dew don soak my head, and di drops of di night don soak my hair.” 3I don comot my cloth—how I go take wear am again? I don wash my leg—how I go take dirty am again? 4My beloved put im hand for di door hole, and my heart begin jump inside me. 5I stand up to open door for my beloved, and myrrh dey drip from my hand, liquid myrrh dey drop from my finger, on top di handle of di bolt. 6I open door for my beloved, but my beloved don turn comot go. My soul faint when e talk. I look for am, but I no see am; I call am, but e no answer. 7Di watchmen see me as dem dey waka round di city; dem beat me, dem wound me; dem carry my cloak comot for my body, dem watchmen of di wall. 8I charge una, daughters of Jerusalem, if una see my beloved, tell am say love don make me sick. 9Wetin make your beloved pass anoda beloved, you wey fine pass all di women? Wetin make your beloved pass anoda beloved, wey you take dey charge us so?
10My beloved dey shine and e dey red, e stand out among ten thousand. 11Im head na di purest gold; im hair curl-curl, black like raven. 12Im eye dey like dove wey dey for river-side, wey dem wash for milk, wey sidon well like jewel. 13Im cheek dey like bed of spice, like tower of sweet-smell herb. Im lip na lily, wey liquid myrrh dey drip from. 14Im arm na rod of gold, wey dem set jewel inside. Im body na ivory wey dem polish, wey dem decorate with sapphire. 15Im leg na pillar of alabaster, wey stand on top base of fine gold. Im appearance dey like Lebanon, e choice like di cedar tree. 16Im mouth na sweetness itself, and everything about am dey make person want am. Na dis one be my beloved, and na dis one be my friend, una daughters of Jerusalem.
