Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
Tugbewo ƒe fia, afi ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ yi? Mɔ ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ to, ne míakpe ɖe ŋuwò adii?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ yi ɖe eƒe abɔ me; eyi atike ʋeʋĩwo ƒe bo dzi, ne wòatsa le wo me agbe dzogbenyawo.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ nye tɔnye, eye nye hã menye etɔ; ele tsa ɖim le dzogbenyawo dome.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, èdze tugbe abe Tirza ene, ènya kpɔ abe Yerusalem ene, eye fianyenye le ŋutiwò abe asrafoha siwo lé aflaga ɖe asi ene.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Ɖe wò ŋku ɖa le ŋunye; wowu gbɔgblɔ nam, wò taɖa le abe gbɔ̃ha siwo ɖi tso Gilead to dzi la ene.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
Wò aɖuwo fu abe alẽha siwo tso tsileƒe ene. Wo katã wole zɔzɔm eveve, eye ɖeke metsi akogo o.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Wò tonuƒui le dzedzem le moxevɔ me abe atɔtɔ si woma ɖe eve la ene.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.
Fiasrɔ̃wo le blaade, ahiãviwo le blaenyi, hekpe ɖe ɖetugbi dzadzɛ siwo mele xexlẽme o la ŋuti;
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, and they praised her.
gake nye ahɔnɛ si de blibo si le tɔxɛ, dadaa ƒe vinyɔnu ɖeka hɔ̃ɔ lae nye ame si nye dzila ƒe malɔ̃nulegbɔa. Ɖetugbiawo kpɔe, eye woyɔe be yayratɔ; fiasrɔ̃wo kple ahiãviawo hã kafui.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
Ame kae nye esi le dzedzem abe agudzedze ene, nyo abe ɣleti ene, le keklẽm abe ɣe ene, eye wòle zɔzɔm fiatɔe abe ɣletiviwoe le asaɖa bɔm ene?
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Meyi ɖe azitiwo te, ne makpɔ gbe fɛ̃ siwo le balime, ne makpɔe ɖa be wainkawo te tsetse alo yevuzitiwo ƒo se mahã.
12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
Hafi mava nya la, nye didi kplɔm yi ɖe nye dukɔ ƒe fia ƒe tasiaɖamwo dome.
13 Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
Trɔ va, trɔ va, O Sulamitɔ trɔ va, trɔ va, be míalé ŋku ɖe ŋuwò sẽe! Nu ka ta miebe míalé ŋku ɖe Sulamitɔ ŋu abe ale si miewɔna ne wole Mahanaim ɣe ɖum la ene?
