Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
Nyee nye Saron seƒoƒo kple dzogbenya le balimewo.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
Abe ale si dzogbenya le ŋuwo domee ene la, nenemae nye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le ɖetugbiwo dome.
3 As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
Abe ale si apluti nɔna le avemetiwo dome ene la, nenemae nye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le ɖekakpuiwo dome. Melɔ̃a anyinɔnɔ ɖe eƒe vɔvɔli te, eye eƒe kutsetse vivia nunye ŋutɔ.
4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
Ekplɔm yi ɖe afi si woɖo kplɔ̃ ɖo, eye lɔlɔ̃ nye aflaga si wòtsɔ tsyɔ dzinye.
5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
Etsɔ waintsetsebolo do ŋusẽm kple aplu fa dzi nam, elabena lɔlɔ̃ na meku ƒenyi.
6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Etsɔ eƒe miabɔ de nye ta te, eye wòtsɔ eƒe ɖusibɔ kpla kɔ nam.
7 I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
Yerusalem nyɔnuviwo, meta sãde kple zinɔ le gbe me be, “Migaʋuʋu lɔlɔ̃ alo anyɔe o, va se ɖe esime eya ŋutɔ lɔ̃ hafi.”
8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, ɖo to afii! Kpɔ ɖa, nye lɔlɔ̃tɔe nye ekem gbɔna, le kpo tim flɔ towo, eye wòle kpo dzom le togbɛwo tame.
9 My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le abe sãde alo zivi ene. Kpɔ ɖa, eyae nye ekem le tsitre ɖe míaƒe kpɔ godo, le nu kpɔm to fesre nu, eye wòdo ŋku ɖa to fesrenuvɔ me.
10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ ƒo nu kplim be, “Nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, tsi tsitre, eye nye tugbefia, va dze yonyeme.
11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
Kpɔ ɖa, vuvɔŋɔli nu va yi, tsidzadza ke, eye enu va yi.
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
Seƒoƒo ke ɖe anyigba dzi, hadzidzi ƒe ɣeyiɣi ɖo, eye wose akpakpawo ƒe xɔxlɔ̃ le míaƒe anyigba dzi.
13 The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.
Gbotiwo de asi tsetse me xoxo, eye wainkawo ƒe seƒoƒo le ya ɖem nyuie. Tso va, nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a; nye tugbefia, va dze yonyeme.”
14 [You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
Nye ahɔnɛ le agakpewo tome, le towo ƒe bebeƒewo, do wò mo ɖa, eye na mase wò gbe, elabena wò gbe vivina, eye wò mo nya kpɔna.
15 Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
Milé abeiwo nam, abeivi siwo le wainkawo gblẽm, eye wole míaƒe wainka siwo ƒo se la gblẽm.
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ nye tɔnye, eye nye hã menye etɔ, eya ame si le tsa ɖim le dzogbenyawo dome.
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, trɔ gbɔ hafi ŋu nake, viviti nasi dzo, eye nànɔ abe sãde alo zivi le togbɛ tsakliwo dzi ene.
