Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
Wo nan ne mpaboa yɛ fɛ, Ao, ɔdehyeɛ babaa! Wʼanantuo a wogyina so te sɛ abohemaa, odwumfoɔ nsa ano adwuma.
2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
Wo funuma yɛ kuruwa a ɛnni nsa a nsã pa wɔ mu ɛberɛ biara. Wo sisi yɛ atokoɔ a wɔaboa ano na sukooko atwa ho ahyia.
3 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
Wo nufu te sɛ aforoteɛ mma mmienu, adabɔ mma ntafoɔ.
4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
Wo kɔn te sɛ asonse abantenten. Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ Hesbon ntadeɛ a ɛwɔ Bat Rabim ɛpono nkyɛn. Wo hwene te sɛ Lebanon abantenten a ɛkyerɛ Damasko no.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
Wo tiri si so sɛ Karmel Bepɔ. Wo tirinwi te sɛ adehyetoma a wɔadi mu adwinneɛ; wo tirinwi tentene no dwomfa ɔhene.
6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
Wo ho yɛ fɛ, Ao ɔdɔ, wo ho anikadeɛ ma wo ho yɛ ahomeka.
7 You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
Wo siberɛ te sɛ abɛ dua, na wo nufu te sɛ aduaba siaka.
8 I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
Mekaa sɛ, “Mɛforo abɛ dua no; na masɔ nʼaba mu.” Wo nufu nyɛ sɛ bobe siaka, na wo homeɛ mu hwa nyɛ sɛ aprɛ.
9 And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
Na wʼanomu hwa nyɛ sɛ bobesa papa. Ababaawa: Ma bobesa no nkɔ me dɔfoɔ hɔ tee, ɛntene mfa nʼanofafa ne ne se no so brɛoo.
10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
Meyɛ me dɔfoɔ dea, na nʼapɛdeɛ ne me.
11 Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
Bra, me dɔfoɔ; ma yɛnkɔ nkuraase, ma yɛnkɔda nkuraase anadwo baako.
12 Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
Ma yɛnkɔ bobefuo mu ntɛm nkɔhwɛ sɛ bobe no agu nhyerɛnne, sɛ nhyerɛnne no apaapae, anaasɛ ateaa no ayɛ frɔmm. Ɛhɔ na mede me dɔ bɛma wo.
13 The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
Adasoa yi ne hwa, na akɔnnɔduane nyinaa bɛgu yɛn ɛpono ano, foforɔ ne dada, a mede asie ama woɔ, me dɔfoɔ.
