< Song of Solomon 2 >

1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
Nyee nye Saron seƒoƒo kple dzogbenya le balimewo.
2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
Abe ale si dzogbenya le ŋuwo domee ene la, nenemae nye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le ɖetugbiwo dome.
3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
Abe ale si apluti nɔna le avemetiwo dome ene la, nenemae nye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le ɖekakpuiwo dome. Melɔ̃a anyinɔnɔ ɖe eƒe vɔvɔli te, eye eƒe kutsetse vivia nunye ŋutɔ.
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
Ekplɔm yi ɖe afi si woɖo kplɔ̃ ɖo, eye lɔlɔ̃ nye aflaga si wòtsɔ tsyɔ dzinye.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Etsɔ waintsetsebolo do ŋusẽm kple aplu fa dzi nam, elabena lɔlɔ̃ na meku ƒenyi.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
Etsɔ eƒe miabɔ de nye ta te, eye wòtsɔ eƒe ɖusibɔ kpla kɔ nam.
7 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Yerusalem nyɔnuviwo, meta sãde kple zinɔ le gbe me be, “Migaʋuʋu lɔlɔ̃ alo anyɔe o, va se ɖe esime eya ŋutɔ lɔ̃ hafi.”
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, ɖo to afii! Kpɔ ɖa, nye lɔlɔ̃tɔe nye ekem gbɔna, le kpo tim flɔ towo, eye wòle kpo dzom le togbɛwo tame.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le abe sãde alo zivi ene. Kpɔ ɖa, eyae nye ekem le tsitre ɖe míaƒe kpɔ godo, le nu kpɔm to fesre nu, eye wòdo ŋku ɖa to fesrenuvɔ me.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ ƒo nu kplim be, “Nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, tsi tsitre, eye nye tugbefia, va dze yonyeme.
11 For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
Kpɔ ɖa, vuvɔŋɔli nu va yi, tsidzadza ke, eye enu va yi.
12 The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
Seƒoƒo ke ɖe anyigba dzi, hadzidzi ƒe ɣeyiɣi ɖo, eye wose akpakpawo ƒe xɔxlɔ̃ le míaƒe anyigba dzi.
13 The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
Gbotiwo de asi tsetse me xoxo, eye wainkawo ƒe seƒoƒo le ya ɖem nyuie. Tso va, nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a; nye tugbefia, va dze yonyeme.”
14 O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
Nye ahɔnɛ le agakpewo tome, le towo ƒe bebeƒewo, do wò mo ɖa, eye na mase wò gbe, elabena wò gbe vivina, eye wò mo nya kpɔna.
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
Milé abeiwo nam, abeivi siwo le wainkawo gblẽm, eye wole míaƒe wainka siwo ƒo se la gblẽm.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ nye tɔnye, eye nye hã menye etɔ, eya ame si le tsa ɖim le dzogbenyawo dome.
17 Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, trɔ gbɔ hafi ŋu nake, viviti nasi dzo, eye nànɔ abe sãde alo zivi le togbɛ tsakliwo dzi ene.

< Song of Solomon 2 >