Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
Wo nan ne mpaboa yɛ fɛ, Ɔdehye babea! Wʼanantu a wugyina so te sɛ abohemaa, odwumfo nsa ano adwuma.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
Wo funuma yɛ kuruwa a enni nsa a nsa pa wɔ mu bere biara. Wo sisi yɛ atoko a wɔaboa ano na sukooko atwa ho ahyia.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Wo nufu te sɛ atwemma abien, atwemma nta.
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
Wo kɔn te sɛ asonse abantenten. Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ Hesbon ntade a ɛwɔ Bat Rabim pon nkyɛn. Wo hwene te sɛ Lebanon abantenten a ɛkyerɛ Damasko no.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
Wo ti si so sɛ Karmel Bepɔw. Wo tinwi te sɛ adehyetam a wɔadi mu adwinni; wo tinwi atenten no kyere ɔhene dommum.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
Wo ho yɛ fɛ, ɔdɔ, wo ho yɛ anigye na ɛma ahomeka ara!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
Wo sibea te sɛ abɛ dua, na wo nufu te sɛ aduaba kasiaw.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
Mekae se, “Mɛforo abɛ dua no; na maso nʼaba mu.” Wo nufu nyɛ sɛ bobe kasiaw, na wo home mu hua nyɛ sɛ aprɛ.
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
Na wʼanom hua nyɛ sɛ bobesa papa. Ababaa: Ma bobesa no nkɔ me dɔfo hɔ tee, ɛnsen mfa nʼanofafa ne ne se no so brɛoo.
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
Meyɛ me dɔfo de, na nʼapɛde ne me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
Bra, me dɔfo; ma yɛnkɔ akuraa, ma yɛnkɔda akuraa anadwo baako.
12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
Ma yɛnkɔ bobeturo mu ntɛm nkɔhwɛ sɛ bobe no agu nhwiren, sɛ nhwiren no apaapae, anaasɛ ntunkum no ayɛ frɔmfrɔm. Ɛhɔ na mede me dɔ bɛma wo.
13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
Adesaa yi ne hua, na akɔnnɔduan nyinaa begu yɛn pon ano, foforo ne dedaw, a mede asie ama wo, me dɔfo.
