Song of Solomon 4
1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Wo ho yɛ fɛ, me dɔfo! Ao, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Wʼaniwa a ɛhyehyɛ wo nkataanim mu no te sɛ aborɔnoma. Wo nwi te sɛ mpapokuw a wɔresian Gilead Bepɔw.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Wo se te sɛ nguankuw a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforo, a wofi aguaree. Baako mpo nyeraa ɛ.
3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
Wʼanofafa te sɛ koogyan hama; wʼano yɛ fɛ. Wʼasontɔre a ɛhyɛ wo nkataanim mu te sɛ ntunkum aduaba fa.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
Wo kɔn te sɛ Dawid abantenten, a wɔasi no fɛɛfɛ; na akokyɛm apem sensɛn ho, a ne nyinaa yɛ akofo kyɛm.
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
Wo nufu te sɛ atwemma abien, atwemma nta a wodidi wɔ sukooko mu.
6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Enkosi sɛ ade bɛkye, ama honhom aguan no, mɛkɔ kurobow bepɔw ne aduhuam nkoko no so.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ papa; wo ho nni dɛm biara.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Ma yemfi Lebanon, mʼayeforo, wo ne me mfi Lebanon nkɔ. Sian fi Amana atifi bra, fi Senir atifi, Hermon apampam hɔ, fi gyata buw mu ne mmepɔw a asebɔ dɛɛdɛɛ hɔ.
9 You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
Woagye me koma abɔ so, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; woagye me koma abɔ so; wode wʼani a ɛbɔɔ me so, ne wo kɔnmuade mu ɔbohemaa baako.
10 How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
Wo dɔ yɛ anigye, me nuabea, mʼayeforo! Hwɛ, wo dɔ sɔ ani sen bobesa, na wʼaduhuam yɛ huam sen pɛprɛ biara.
11 Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
Asɛm dɛdɛ fi wʼano sɛ ɛwokyɛm, mʼayeforo; nufusu ne ɛwo wɔ wo tɛkrɛma ase. Wo ntade mu hua te sɛ Lebanon de.
12 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
Wote sɛ turo a wɔato ano pon mu, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; woyɛ asuti a wɔagye ho ban, asubura a wɔasɔw ano.
13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
Wo nnua yɛ nnuabafuw so ntunkum a ɛsow aba pa, ahuahaa ne nnuannua,
14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
nnuannua ne mmetire, osiko ne sinamon, a ohuamfufu nnua ahorow, kurobow ne dupapo ne pɛprɛ papa ahorow nyinaa ka ho.
15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
Woyɛ asubura turo, abura a nsu sen fi mu a ɛsen fi Lebanon.
16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
Sɔre, atifi fam mframa! Bra, anafo fam mframa! Bɔ fa me turo mu, sɛnea ɛbɛyɛ a ne hua no begyigye afa baabiara. Ma me dɔfo mmra ne turo mu na ɔmmɛka ne nnuaba papa no nhwɛ.
