I dey sleep, my heart dey dream; bikos I hear my love dey nok and sey: “Open for mi, my treasure and darlin; my dove and di rite pesin for mi, bikos dew don wet my head and dust don make my hair dirty.”
Make yu rite am even doh e neva rish time for di vishon to happen. But di time go soon rish and wetin I show yu, go happen. E fit bi like sey e nor go happen, but make yu wait; e go must happen and e nor go tey again.
Since una know di time wey wi dey naw, make una dey bihave well, bikos di time don rish wen una go wake-up from sleep. Una know sey di day wey God go give us salvashon, don near well-well pass as e bi wen wi first bilive.
Bikos na lite dey make evritin shine kom out and na dis make dem rite sey: “Wake-up; yu wey dey sleep! Make yu raiz from grave and Christ go shine for yor life!”