Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.—
Meyɛ Saron nhwiren ne abon mu sukooko.
2 Like the lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the young maidens.—
Sɛnea sukooko a ɛwɔ nsɔe mu te no, saa ara na me dɔfo te wɔ mmabaa mu.
3 Like the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so is my friend among the young men: under his shadow do I ardently wish to sit, and his fruit is sweet to my palate.
Sɛnea aprɛ te wɔ kwae mu nnua mu no, saa ara na me dɔfo te wɔ mmerante mu. Sɛ metena ne nwini mu a minya ahomeka na nʼaba nso yɛ mʼanom dɛ.
4 He brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
Ɔde me akɔ aponto ase, na mʼagyiraehyɛde yɛ ɔdɔ.
5 Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
Momma me bobe aba na minya ahoɔden, momma me aprɛ na ennwudwo me, efisɛ ɔdɔ ama matɔ beraw.
6 Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might embrace me.
Ne nsa benkum da mʼatiko, na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please [to come of itself].—
Yerusalem mmabea, mede atwewa ne wuram ɔforote hyɛ mo sɛ: Monnkanyan na munnyan ɔdɔ kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.
8 The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Tie! me dɔfo! Hwɛ! ɔno na ɔreba no, ɔrehuruhuruw wɔ mmepɔw no so na ɔbɔ pentenkwa wɔ nkoko no so.
9 My friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.
Me dɔfo te sɛ ɔtwe anaa ɔforote. Hwɛ! ogyina yɛn fasu akyi, ɔhwɛ mfɛnsere no mu, wagyen nʼani rehwɛ mfɛnsere no mu.
10 My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
Me dɔfo kasa kyerɛɛ me se, “Sɔre, me dɔfo ne mʼahoɔfɛ na bra me nkyɛn.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.
Hwɛ! awɔwbere atwa mu; na asusow atwa mu kɔ.
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of the [birds'] singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
Nhwiren afifi asase ani: nnwonto bere aso. Wɔte mmorɔnoma su wɔ yɛn asase so.
13 The fig-tree perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a [pleasant] smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
Borɔdɔma agu nhwiren; na bobe hua agye baabiara. Sɔre bra, me dɔfo; mʼahoɔfɛ, bra me nkyɛn.”
14 O my dove, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely.—
Mʼaborɔnoma a wohyɛ abotan ntokuru mu, ahintaw wɔ mmepɔw so, ma minhu wʼanim; ma mente wo nne; wo nne yɛ dɛ, na wʼanim yɛ fɛ.
15 Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.
Monkyekyere sakraman no mma yɛn, sakraman nketewa no a wɔsɛe bobe nturo, yɛn bobe nturo a ayɛ frɔmfrɔm no.
16 My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth among the lilies.
Me dɔfo yɛ me dea, na mewɔ no; ɔhwehwɛ sukooko no mu.
17 Until the day become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.
Enkosi sɛ ade bɛkyɛ na sunsuma bɛsen akɔ no, dan wo ho, me dɔfo, na yɛ sɛ ɔtwewa anaa ɔforote a ɔwɔ nkoko mmonkyi mmonka no so.
