Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Salomo nnwom mu dwom.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.
Ma ɔmfa nʼano mfeano no mfe mʼano, ɛfiri sɛ wo dɔ no yɛ ahomeka sene bobesa.
3 And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you.
Wʼaduhwam yi hwa a ɛyɛ ahomeka wo din te sɛ aduhwam a wɔahwie. Na ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ mmabaawa no dɔ woɔ!
4 They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you.
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 am black, but beautiful, you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as 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 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept 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 Tell me, [you] whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by 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 know not yourself, you fair one among women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by 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 I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
Me dɔfoɔ, mede wo toto pɔnkɔ bereɛ a wɔde ahoma asa no wɔ Farao nteaseɛnam baako ho.
10 How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
Nsomuadeɛ ama wʼafono ho ayɛ fɛ, na abohemaa a woasina agu wo kɔn mu no fata wo.
11 We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
Yɛbɛyɛ sikakɔkɔɔ nsomuadeɛ a wɔde dwetɛ asisi mu ama wo.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
Ɛberɛ a ɔhene te nʼadidi ɛpono ho no, nʼaduhwam hwa no gyee hɔ.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Me dɔfoɔ ayɛ me sɛ kurobo toa a ɛda me nufu ntam.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Me dɔfoɔ ayɛ me sɛ nhwiren boa a ayɛ frɔmm wɔ En-Gedi bobe turo mu.
15 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ nie wʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma.
16 Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ nie yɛn mpa so yɛ akɔnɔakɔnɔ.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Yɛn fie mpunan yɛ ntweneduro; yɛn nsamsoɔ yɛ pepeaa.
