Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
Maba me turo mu, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; maboaboa me kurobow ne me nnuhuam ano. Madi me wokyɛm ne ɛwo; manom me bobesa ne me nufusu. Nnamfonom: Nnamfonom, munnidi na monnom; Adɔfonom, monnom nea ɛbɛmee mo dɔ.
2 I am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.”
Medae, nanso me koma anna. Tie! me dɔfo rebɔ pon no mu; “Bue me, me nuabea, me dɔ, mʼaborɔnoma, a ne ho nni dɛm. Obosu afɔw me tirim, anadwo mu bosu afɔw me nwi.”
3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
Maworɔw mʼatade, mensan mfa nhyɛ ana? Mahohoro mʼanan ase, memma ho nyɛ fi bio ana?
4 My beloved sent his hand from the network, And my bowels were moved for him.
Me dɔfo yɛɛ sɛ ɔrebue pon no me koma fii ase bɔɔ kim kim wɔ me mu.
5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
Mesɔree sɛ merekobue me dɔfo, na me nsa ho kurobow ne me nsateaa ho aduhuam, yɛɛ korɔkorɔ no nsa ho.
6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, and he did not answer me.
Mibue maa me dɔfo no, nanso na ɔkɔ. Ne kɔ no maa me ho dwiriw me. Mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhu no baabiara. Mefrɛɛ no nanso wannye me so.
7 The watchmen who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
Awɛmfo no huu me bere a wɔrebɔ aporɔw wɔ kuropɔn no mu. Wɔbobɔɔ me pirapiraa me; woyii mʼatade kɔe; saa awɛmfo a wɔwɛn afasu no!
8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with love!
Yerusalem mmabea, mehyɛ mo, sɛ muhu me dɔfo no a, asɛm bɛn na mobɛka akyerɛ no? Monka nkyerɛ no se ɔdɔ ama matɔ beraw.
9 What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured us?
Dɛn na wo dɔfo de sen afoforo, mmea ahoɔfɛfo mu ahoɔfɛ? Dɛn na wo dɔfo de sen afoforo a enti wohyɛ yɛn sɛɛ?
10 My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
Me dɔfo ho twa na ogyigye, wɔfa mpem du a, ɔyɛ sononko.
11 His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
Ne ti yɛ sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa; ne ti so nwi yɛ kuhaa, na ɛyɛ tuntum sɛ kwaakwaadabi.
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
Nʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma a ogyina asuwa bi ho; ɛte sɛ nea wɔde nufusu aguare no, na etuatua hɔ sɛ abohemaa.
13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,
Nʼafono te sɛ pɛprɛ a wɔasɛw no kɛtɛ. Ɛho hua te sɛ aduhuam. Nʼanofafa te sɛ sukooko a ɛsosɔ kurobow.
14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
Nʼabasa te sɛ sikakɔkɔɔ abaa a wɔde sikabereɛbo asisi mu. Ne nipadua te sɛ asonse a wɔatwiw ho na wɔde hoabo adura ho.
15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
Nʼanan te sɛ abohemaa afadum a esisi sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa nnyinaso so. Ne bɔbea te sɛ Lebanon a ɔyɛ sononko sɛ ne sida.
16 His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Nʼano te sɛ ɔdɛ ankasa; ɔkwan biara so, ne ho yɛ fɛ. Me dɔfo ni, mʼadamfo ni, Yerusalem mmabea.
