Song of Solomon 1
1 Solomon's song of songs.
Salomo nnwom mu dwom.
2 Kiss me, kiss me with your mouth again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine.
Ma ɔmfa nʼano mfeano no mfe mʼano, ɛfiri sɛ wo dɔ no yɛ ahomeka sene bobesa.
3 I love the way you smell from the perfumed oils you use. You have quite a reputation—it spreads like spilled perfumed oil. It's not surprising that all the young women adore you!
Wʼaduhwam yi hwa a ɛyɛ ahomeka wo din te sɛ aduhwam a wɔahwie. Na ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ mmabaawa no dɔ woɔ!
4 Take me by the hand—let's run! (The king has brought me to his bedroom.) Let's be happy together and find pleasure in your love. Your love is far better than wine! Women are right to adore you so!
Fa me kɔ, ma yɛnyɛ ntɛm! Ma ɔhene mfa me nkɔ ne piam. Nnamfonom Yɛbɛdi ahurisie na yɛn ani agye wo ho. Yɛbɛkamfo wo dɔ asene bobesa. Ababaawa: Sɛ wɔkamfo wo a, na ne kwan so ara ne no!
5 I'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Mebiri deɛ, nanso me ho yɛ fɛ, Ao, Yerusalem mmammaa, mobiri te sɛ Kedar ntomadan, te sɛ, Salomo ntomadan mu ntwamutam!
6 Don't look down on me because I'm black, because the sun has burned me. My brothers were angry with me and made me look after the vineyards, so I couldn't look after my own vineyard.
Nhwɛ me haa sɛ mebirie enti, ɛfiri sɛ awia na ayɛ me saa. Memaa mmammarima bo fuu me enti wɔmaa me kɔhwɛɛ bobe nturo so; na amma manhwɛ mʼankasa me bobe turo.
7 My love, please tell me where you're taking your flock. Where will you rest them at noon? For why should I have to wear a veil while looking for you among the flocks of your companions?
Kyerɛ me me dɔfoɔ, faako a wode wo nnwankuo kɔ adidi na owigyinaeɛ nso faako a woma wo nnwan home. Adɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ meyɛ sɛ ɔbaa a wakata nʼanim wɔ wo nnamfonom nnwankuo ho?
8 If you really don't know, you who are more beautiful than any other woman, then follow the tracks of my flock, and let your goats graze near the shepherd's tents.
Sɛ wonnim a, mmaa ahoɔfɛfoɔ pa ara no, fa ɛkwan a nnwan fa soɔ so na fa wo mpapo mma kɔ adidi wɔ nnwanhwɛfoɔ no ntomadan ho.
9 My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,
Me dɔfoɔ, mede wo toto pɔnkɔ bereɛ a wɔde ahoma asa no wɔ Farao nteaseɛnam baako ho.
10 Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Nsomuadeɛ ama wʼafono ho ayɛ fɛ, na abohemaa a woasina agu wo kɔn mu no fata wo.
11 Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.
Yɛbɛyɛ sikakɔkɔɔ nsomuadeɛ a wɔde dwetɛ asisi mu ama wo.
12 As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.
Ɛberɛ a ɔhene te nʼadidi ɛpono ho no, nʼaduhwam hwa no gyee hɔ.
13 My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.
Me dɔfoɔ ayɛ me sɛ kurobo toa a ɛda me nufu ntam.
14 My love is like a bunch of fragrant henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
Me dɔfoɔ ayɛ me sɛ nhwiren boa a ayɛ frɔmm wɔ En-Gedi bobe turo mu.
15 Look at how very beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are as gentle as doves.
Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ nie wʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma.
16 And you, my love, are so handsome—how charming you are! The green grass is our bed,
Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ nie yɛn mpa so yɛ akɔnɔakɔnɔ.
17 with cedar trees as beams for our “house,” and pine trees for the rafters.
Yɛn fie mpunan yɛ ntweneduro; yɛn nsamsoɔ yɛ pepeaa.
