I don enter my gardin, my treasure and wife to bi! I don gada myrrh with spices and I don chop my honi-komb and my honey; I don drink my wine and my milk! Una wey sabi love, make una chop and drink until love shark una.
For Mount Zion, God wey dey lead heaven sojas go do big party for all di pipol for di world. For di party, plenty food go dey to chop and wine go dey to drink; betta meat and sweet wine go dey too.
But wen e si all di good tins wey en sofa bring, belle go sweet am. My savant wey I like well-well, go bear plenty pipol ponishment and I go forgive dem bikos of am.
Di Oga yor God dey with yu and E dey always diliver yu. E dey happy well-well bikos of yu. En love nor go make yu fear again and E go dey sing sweet songs bikos of yu.’
“Den di king go tell di pipol wey dey en rite hand, ‘Make una kom, una wey my Papa don bless and make una inherit di kingdom wey God prepare for una before di world start.
Na so e bi for una naw, bikos una heart dey heavy, but I go si una again and for dat time, una go dey happy and nobody go fit take di happiness from una.
Make wi dey look Jesus Christ wey give us awa faith and go help us keep am. Bikos of di joy wey Jesus dey espect, e sofa for cross and nor mind di shame wey follow am. But naw, e don sidan for di rite hand side for God throne.
Dem kon dey sing new song for di throne, di for creatures and di eldas front. Nobody fit learn di song, escept di 144,000 pipol wey God save from dis eart.
Bikos di Lamb for di throne, go bi dia Shepad. E go take dem go drink from di river wey dey give life. And evry tears wey dey dia eyes, God go klean am komot.”