Song of Solomon 6
1 [[Lad.]] Whither is thy beloved gone, thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved betaken himself? That we may seek him with thee.
Ɛhe na wo dɔfoɔ no korɔ mmaa ahoɔfɛfoɔ mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛhe na wo dɔfoɔ dane faeɛ, na yɛne wo nkɔhwehwɛ no?
2 [[M.]] My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.
Me dɔfoɔ kɔ ne turo mu, faako a pɛperɛ nkofie wɔ hɔ, ɔkɔkyinkyini turo no mu akɔboaboa sukooko ano.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth among the lilies.
Me dɔfoɔ yɛ me dea, na me nso me wɔ no; ɔkyinkyin sukooko no mu.
4 Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.
Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ te sɛ Tirsa, wʼahoɔfɛ te sɛ Yerusalem, wosi pi te sɛ asraafoɔ a wɔretu frankaa.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.
Ɛnhwɛ me saa; wo ma me yɛ basaa. Wo tirinwi te sɛ mpapokuo a wɔresiane firi Gilead.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.
Wo se te sɛ nnwankuo a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforɔ, a wɔfiri adwareɛ. Wɔnam mmienu mmienu na wɔn mu biara nyɛ ankonam.
7 As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.
Wʼasontorɔ mu a ɛhyɛ wo nkatanimu mu te sɛ ateaa aduaba fa.
8 Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.
Ebia na ɔyerenom yɛ aduosia, mpenafoɔ bɛyɛ aduɔwɔtwe, ne mmabaawa dodoɔ a wɔntumi nkan wɔn;
9 But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised her.
nanso mʼaborɔnoma a ne ho nni asɛm da mu fua; ɔno nko ara ne ne maame babaa, ɔno na deɛ ɔwoo no no pɛ nʼasɛm. Mmabaawa hunu no no, wɔfrɛɛ no nhyira; ahemaa ne mpenafoɔ kamfoo no.
10 [[Lov.]] Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?
Hwan na wapue sɛ ahemadakye yi, ɔyɛ frɔmm sɛ ɔsrane, na ɔhyerɛn sɛ owia, nʼanimuonyam te sɛ nsoromma a wɔsa so.
11 [[M.]] I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, And the pomegranates budded.
Mesiane kɔɔ nnuaba pɔ mu hɔ sɛ merekɔhwehwɛ afifideɛ foforɔ a ɛwɔ bɔnhwa no mu, sɛ bobe no agu nhyerɛnne anaasɛ ateaa no ayɛ frɔmm.
12 Or ever I was aware, My soul had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.
Mʼani baa me ho so no na mʼadwene de me abɛsi me nkurɔfoɔ adehyeɛ nteaseɛnam so.
13 [[Lad.]] Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon thee! [[M.]] Why should ye look upon the Shulamite, As upon a dance of the hosts?
Sane wʼakyi, sane wʼakyi, Ao, Sulamit abaayewa; Sane bra, sane bra ma yɛn nhwɛ wo! Aberanteɛ: Adɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ mohwɛ Sulamit abaayewa sɛdeɛ mohwɛ Mahanaim asa?
