Song of Solomon 6
1 So where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which direction did he go so we can look for him with you?
Ɛhe na wo dɔfo no kɔ mmea ahoɔfɛfo mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛhe na wo dɔfo man fae, na yɛne wo nkɔhwehwɛ no?
2 My love has gone down to his garden, to his flowerbeds of spices. He enjoys feeding in the gardens and plucks lilies.
Me dɔfo kɔ ne turo mu, faako a woduadua nnua ahorow, okokyinkyin turo no mu akɔboaboa sukooko ano.
3 I am my love's, and my love is mine! He is the one who feeds among the lilies.
Me dɔfo yɛ me de, na me nso meyɛ ne de; okyinkyin sukooko no mu.
4 You are beautiful, my darling, as pretty as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem—you look stunning!
Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ te sɛ Tirsa, wʼahoɔfɛ te sɛ Yerusalem, wusi pi te sɛ asraafo a wɔretu frankaa.
5 Please turn your eyes away from me—they're driving me insane! Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount Gilead.
Nhwɛ me saa; wobunkam me so. Wo ti nwi te sɛ mpapokuw a wɔresian afi Gilead.
6 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!
Wo se te sɛ nguankuw a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforo, a wofi aguaree. Baako mpo nyeraa ɛ.
7 Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
Wʼasontɔre a ɛhyɛ wo nkataanim mu te sɛ ntunkum aduaba fa.
8 There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless more women,
Ebia na ɔyerenom yɛ aduosia, mpenanom bɛyɛ aduɔwɔtwe, ne mmabaa dodow a wontumi nkan wɔn;
9 but my love, my perfect love, she's the only one! She's her mother's favorite, special to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and say how lucky she is; queens and concubines sing her praises.
nanso mʼaborɔnoma a ne ho nni asɛm yɛ sononko; ɔno nko ara ne ne na babea, ɔno na nea ɔwoo no no pɛ nʼasɛm. Mmabaa huu no no, wɔfrɛɛ no nhyira; ahemmea ne mpenanom kamfoo no.
10 Who is this who is like the dawn shining down from above, beautiful as the moon, bright as the shining sun? You look stunning!
Hena na wapue sɛ ahemadakye yi, ɔyɛ frɔmfrɔm sɛ ɔsram, na ɔhyerɛn sɛ owia, nʼanuonyam te sɛ nsoromma a wɔsa so.
11 I went down to the walnut orchard to see if the trees were in leaf in the valley, to find out whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
Misian kɔɔ nnuaba pɔw mu hɔ sɛ merekɔhwehwɛ afifide foforo a ɛwɔ obon no mu, sɛ bobe no agu nhwiren, anaasɛ ntunkum no ayɛ frɔmfrɔm.
12 I was so excited it was like I was riding in a royal chariot.
Mʼani baa me ho so no na mʼadwene de me abesi me nkurɔfo adehye nteaseɛnam so.
13 Come back, come back, Shulammite woman; come back, come back, so we can look at you! Woman: Why do you want to look at the Shulammite dancing the dance of two camps?
San wʼakyi, san wʼakyi, Sulamit babea; San bra, san bra ma yɛnhwɛ wo! Aberante: Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ mohwɛ Sulamit abeawa sɛnea mohwɛ Mahanaim asaw no?
