< Song of Solomon 4 >

1 How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
Leenụ ka i si maa mma, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, e, ị mara mma! Anya gị abụọ nke dị nʼazụ akwa mkpuchi ihu gị dị ka nduru. Agịrị isi gị dị ka igwe ewu nke na-arịda nʼakụkụ ugwu Gilead.
2 Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
Eze gị dị ka igwe atụrụ a ka kpachapụrụ ajị ha ọhụrụ, nke si nʼebe a sapụrụ ha ahụ na-arịpụta. Nke ọbụla chi ụmụ abụọ, ọ dịghịkwa nke gba aka nwa nʼetiti ha.
3 Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
Egbugbere ọnụ gị abụọ dị ka ogho uhie. Ọnụ gị dị mma ile anya. Agba nti gị abụọ nke dị nʼime akwa mkpuchi gị dị ka pomegranet e kere abụọ.
4 Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
Olu gị dị ka ụlọ elu Devid, nke e wuziri nke ọma. E konyere puku ọta na ya, ha niile bụ ọta nke ndị ọka nʼagha.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
Ara gị abụọ dị ka ụmụ mgbada abụọ, nke otu nne mụrụ nʼotu oge, ndị na-ata nri nʼetiti okoko urodi.
6 Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
Tutu chi ụtụtụ abọọ, tutu onyinyo agbalaga, aga m aga nʼugwu ụda máá na nʼugwu insensi.
7 You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
Ị mara mma nke ukwuu, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ọ dịkwaghị ntụpọ ọbụla dị gị nʼahụ.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
Si na Lebanọn soro m, nwunye m lụrụ ọhụrụ. Si na Lebanọn bịa soro m; rịdata site nʼugwu Amana, nʼugwu Senia, na nʼugwu Hemon, site nʼọgba ọdụm nʼugwu niile ebe agụ bi.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
I riela m obi, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m; i riela m obi, i werela ile anya gị na ihe olu i yi rie obi m.
10 How wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
Lee ka ịhụnanya gị si dị ụtọ, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m. Lee ka ịhụnanya gị si dị mma nke ukwuu karịa mmanya, isisi ụtọ nke mmanụ otite gị na-esi isi ọma karịa mmanụ ụda ọbụla.
11 Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Egbugbere ọnụ gị dị ụtọ dịka mmanụ aṅụ dị, nwunye ọhụrụ m, mmiri ara ehi na mmanụ aṅụ dị nʼokpuru ire gị, isisi ụtọ nke uwe gị na-esi ka Lebanọn
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
Ubi a gbara ogige, ma gbachiekwa, ka nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ bụ. Ị bụ isi iyi nke a gbara ogige, rachiekwa.
13 Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
Ihe ọkụkọ dị nʼime ogige gị bụ pomegranet nwere ezi mkpụrụ dị oke ọnụahịa, nke nwere henna na naad,
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
naad na safron, kalamus na sinamọn, na osisi nke ihe nsure ọkụ na-esi isi ụtọ, na ụda máá, na aloos na ụda kachasị mma dị iche iche na-esi isi ụtọ.
15 You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.
I bụ isi iyi nke ubi a gbara ogige, olulu mmiri dị ndụ nke si na Lebanọn asọdata.
16 Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
Teta nʼụra gị ifufe si nʼugwu; bịakwa gị ifufe si na ndịda, fekwasị ubi m a gbara ogige, ka isisi ụda ya dị ụtọ fesaa ebe niile, ka onye m hụrụ nʼanya bịa nʼubi ya a gbara ogige, ka ọ bịa rie mkpụrụ dị iche iche dị nʼime ya nke dị oke ọnụahịa.

< Song of Solomon 4 >