Im Desire Dey For Me
The man praise her from her leg wey wear sandals reach her hair, e dey sweet am open-open. She no push am comot. She claim say the desire na for both of dem and e be her own too, then she carry am go the vineyards and villages, where she don keep fruit for am.
7 1See how your leg fine for sandals, noble daughter! Di shape of your thigh dem be like fine-fine stone, di work wey master craftsman im hand do. 2Your navel be like round bowl wey mix wine no dey ever finish inside. Your belle be like heap of wheat wey lily flower dem surround. 3Your two breast dem be like two young deer, twin of gazelle. 4Your neck be like tower wey dem make with ivory. Your eye dem be like di water-pool for Heshbon, near di gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose be like di tower of Lebanon wey dey look toward Damascus. 5Your head crown you like Mount Carmel, and your hair wey dey flow be like purple cloth; king dey captured for inside di plait of your hair. 6See how you fine and how you sweet, my love, with all your sweet-sweet tin dem! 7Di way you tall be like palm tree, and your breast dem be like im bunch of fruit. 8I talk say, “I go climb di palm tree and hold im fruit.” Make your breast dem be like bunch of grape for di vine, and di sweet smell of your breath be like apple, 9and your mouth be like di best wine. E dey flow soft-soft for my beloved, dey glide gentle-gentle for lip and teeth.
10I be my beloved own, and im desire dey for me. 11Come, my beloved, make we go out enter di field and sleep di night for di villages. 12Make we wake early go di vineyard and see whether di vine dem don bud, whether di flower dem don open and di pomegranate dem don blossom. Na dia I go give you my love. 13Di mandrake dem dey give out dia sweet smell, and for on top our door na all di best fruit dey, new and old, wey I don keep for you, my beloved. a a v13 Mandrake na plant wey dey smell sweet, and for ancient world plenty people believe say e dey stir love desire and dey make person born pikin well.
