Song of Solomon 6
1 Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?
Gị onye mara mma nʼetiti ndị inyom, ebee ka onye ị hụrụ nʼanya jere? Olee ụzọ o sitere? Ka anyị soro gị chọọ ya.
2 My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.
Ọ gara nʼubi ya a gbara ogige, nʼebe ihe ndina ya nke e fesara ụda na-esi isi ụtọ, ijegharị nʼetiti okoko urodi, na ịchịkọta okoko lili.
3 I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.
Abụ m nke onye m hụrụ nʼanya, onye m hụrụ nʼanya bụkwa nke m. Ọ na-azụ igwe atụrụ ya nʼetiti okoko urodi.
4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
Onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ị mara mma dịka Tịaza, ị mara mma nke ukwu dịka Jerusalem, ị dị ebube ka usuu ndị agha ji ọkọlọtọ. Ị dị mma ile anya dịka Jerusalem; Ị dị ka ndị agha bu ọkọlọtọ.
5 Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Wepụ anya gị nʼebe m nọ, nʼihi na i jirila anya gị dọta m. Agịrị isi gị dị ka igwe ewu nke na-arịdata site nʼugwu Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Eze gị dị ka igwe atụrụ nke si nʼebe a sapụrụ ha ahụ na-arịpụta. Nke ọbụla chi ụmụ abụọ, ọ dịghịkwa nke nwa ya furu efu nʼetiti ha.
7 Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.
Agba ntị gị abụọ nke dị nʼime akwa mkpuchi gị dị ka pomegranet e kere abụọ.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.
E nwere ike nwee iri eze nwanyị isii, na iri ndị iko nwanyị asatọ, na ọtụtụ ụmụ agbọghọ a na-apụghị ịgụta ọnụ,
9 My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.
ma gị onwe gị, nduru m, ezigbo m zuruoke, pụrụ iche nʼetiti ha niile. Naanị otu nwanyị nne ya nwere, ọ masịrị onye mụrụ ya. Ụmụ agbọghọ hụrụ ya kpọọ ya onye a gọziri agọzi, ndị eze nwanyị na ndị iko nwanyị tooro ya.
10 Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
Onye bụ onye a, pụtara ihe dịka chi ọbụbọ, nke mara mma dịka ọnwa, na-enwu dịka anyanwụ, dị ebube ka dị usuu kpakpando na-aga nʼahịrị nʼahịrị?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.
Agara m nʼubi a gbara ogige ebe a kụrụ mkpụrụ osisi, ile ihe na-etopụta ọhụrụ na ndagwurugwu, ilekwa akwụkwọ ndụ ọhụrụ ndị na-epupụta nʼosisi vaịnị, na ị mata ma nʼosisi pomegranet ọ mara ifuru.
12 Before I was conscious of it, ...
Tupu m mata ebe m nọ, agụ nke mkpụrụobi m adọtala m tinye nʼetiti ụgbọ agha nke ndị eze ala m.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.
Laghachi azụ, gị onye Shulam, laghachi azụ; laghachi azụ, e, laghachi azụ ka anyị lee gị anya. Onye hụrụ ibe ya nʼanya Maka gịnị ka unu ga-eji lee onye Shulam anya dịka ọ bụ ite egwu ndị Mahanaim?
