Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
Maba me turo mu, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; maboaboa me kurobow ne me nnuhuam ano. Madi me wokyɛm ne ɛwo; manom me bobesa ne me nufusu. Nnamfonom: Nnamfonom, munnidi na monnom; Adɔfonom, monnom nea ɛbɛmee mo dɔ.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Medae, nanso me koma anna. Tie! me dɔfo rebɔ pon no mu; “Bue me, me nuabea, me dɔ, mʼaborɔnoma, a ne ho nni dɛm. Obosu afɔw me tirim, anadwo mu bosu afɔw me nwi.”
3 I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
Maworɔw mʼatade, mensan mfa nhyɛ ana? Mahohoro mʼanan ase, memma ho nyɛ fi bio ana?
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
Me dɔfo yɛɛ sɛ ɔrebue pon no me koma fii ase bɔɔ kim kim wɔ me mu.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
Mesɔree sɛ merekobue me dɔfo, na me nsa ho kurobow ne me nsateaa ho aduhuam, yɛɛ korɔkorɔ no nsa ho.
6 I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
Mibue maa me dɔfo no, nanso na ɔkɔ. Ne kɔ no maa me ho dwiriw me. Mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhu no baabiara. Mefrɛɛ no nanso wannye me so.
7 I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
Awɛmfo no huu me bere a wɔrebɔ aporɔw wɔ kuropɔn no mu. Wɔbobɔɔ me pirapiraa me; woyii mʼatade kɔe; saa awɛmfo a wɔwɛn afasu no!
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
Yerusalem mmabea, mehyɛ mo, sɛ muhu me dɔfo no a, asɛm bɛn na mobɛka akyerɛ no? Monka nkyerɛ no se ɔdɔ ama matɔ beraw.
9 How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
Dɛn na wo dɔfo de sen afoforo, mmea ahoɔfɛfo mu ahoɔfɛ? Dɛn na wo dɔfo de sen afoforo a enti wohyɛ yɛn sɛɛ?
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
Me dɔfo ho twa na ogyigye, wɔfa mpem du a, ɔyɛ sononko.
11 His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
Ne ti yɛ sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa; ne ti so nwi yɛ kuhaa, na ɛyɛ tuntum sɛ kwaakwaadabi.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
Nʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma a ogyina asuwa bi ho; ɛte sɛ nea wɔde nufusu aguare no, na etuatua hɔ sɛ abohemaa.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
Nʼafono te sɛ pɛprɛ a wɔasɛw no kɛtɛ. Ɛho hua te sɛ aduhuam. Nʼanofafa te sɛ sukooko a ɛsosɔ kurobow.
14 His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
Nʼabasa te sɛ sikakɔkɔɔ abaa a wɔde sikabereɛbo asisi mu. Ne nipadua te sɛ asonse a wɔatwiw ho na wɔde hoabo adura ho.
15 His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
Nʼanan te sɛ abohemaa afadum a esisi sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa nnyinaso so. Ne bɔbea te sɛ Lebanon a ɔyɛ sononko sɛ ne sida.
16 His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Nʼano te sɛ ɔdɛ ankasa; ɔkwan biara so, ne ho yɛ fɛ. Me dɔfo ni, mʼadamfo ni, Yerusalem mmabea.
