< Song of Solomon 5 >

1 [HE] I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: —Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye beloved!
Meva nye abɔ me, nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye ŋugbetɔ; megbe nye lifi kple nu ʋeʋĩwo. Meɖu nye anyito, heno nye anyitsi; meno nye wain kple nye notsi. Miɖu nu, eye miano nu, O xɔlɔ̃wo, miɖu nu miaɖi ƒo, O lɔlɔ̃tɔwo.
2 [SHE] I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, —The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.
Medɔ alɔ̃, gake nye dzi ya le ŋu. Miɖo to! Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le ʋɔ ƒom! “Ʋu ʋɔ nam, nɔvinye nyɔnu, nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, nye ahɔnɛ kple nye kpɔkpɔmatikɔe. Ahũ ƒo nye ta bekee, eye nye ɖa me yɔ fũu kple zãmu.
3 I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
Meɖe nye awuwo ɖi; ɖe magatsɔ wo adoa? Meklɔ nye afɔwo; ɖe magaƒo ɖi woa?
4 My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ do asi ɖe fesre nu, nye dzi tso tititi ɖe eŋu.
5 I myself, arose, to open to my beloved, —and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.
Metso be maʋu ʋɔ na nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, eye ami ʋeʋĩ le tsyɔtsyɔm le nye asi kple asibidɛwo ŋu, heɖuɖu ɖe gameti la ƒe asiléƒe ŋu.
6 I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, —My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.
Meʋu ʋɔ na nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, gake nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ dzo; megale ʋɔa godo o. Esi wòdzo la, nye dzi ge ɖe dɔ me nam. Metsa dii, gake nyemekpɔe o. Meyɔe, gake metɔ o.
7 The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, —The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.
Zãɖiala siwo le tsatsam le dua me la do gom. Woƒom, de abi ŋunye; dzɔla siwo le gliwo ŋu dzɔm la hã xɔ awu kpekpe si medo ɖe awu dzi la le asinye!
8 I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
O Yerusalem vinyɔnuwo, meta mi; ne miekpɔ nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ la, nya kae miagblɔ nɛ? Migblɔ nɛ be lɔlɔ̃ de dɔ lãme nam.
9 [DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured us?
Wò, tugbefia, aleke wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ nyo wu lɔlɔ̃tɔ bubuawoe? Nu ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ tsɔ ƒo bubuawo tae hafi nèta nu na mí alea?
10 [SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ le keklẽm, eye wòbiã, ale wòƒo ame akpe ewo ta.
11 His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
Eƒe ta nye sika nyuitɔ, eƒe taɖa le mlɔmlɔmlɔ, eye wònyɔ abe akpaviã ƒe fu ene.
12 His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
Eƒe ŋkuwo le abe ahɔnɛ siwo le tɔʋuwo to la tɔwo ene, woklɔ wo kple notsi, eye wosɔ ɖe ŋkutome nɛ abe dzonu ene.
13 His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
Eƒe alɔgowo le abe kutsetse ʋeʋĩ si ɖo ɖe ɖoɖo nu, eye wòle ya ɖem nyuie la ene. Eƒe nuyiwo le abe dzogbenya si le ami ʋeʋĩ tsyɔm la ene.
14 His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:
Eƒe abɔwo le abe sikati si ŋuti woɖo sohamkpe ɖo la ene. Eƒe ŋutigbalẽ le abe nyiɖu si ŋuti wotutu wòzrɔ̃ nyuie, eye wotsɔ safir ɖo atsyɔ̃ ɖe eŋu la ene.
15 His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:
Eƒe afɔwo le abe kpe xɔasi sɔti si wotsɔ sika nyuitɔ ɖo gɔmeɖokpe na la ene. Eƒe dzedzeme le abe Lebanon ene, eye wòxɔ asi abe eƒe sedatiwo ene.
16 His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
Vivi le eƒe nu me gɔ̃ hã, eye eya amea dzeani ŋutɔ. O Yerusalem vinyɔnuwo, esiae nye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, esiae nye xɔ̃nye.”

< Song of Solomon 5 >