< Song of Solomon 4 >

1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Leenụ ka i si maa mma, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, e, ị mara mma! Anya gị abụọ nke dị nʼazụ akwa mkpuchi ihu gị dị ka nduru. Agịrị isi gị dị ka igwe ewu nke na-arịda nʼakụkụ ugwu Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved amongst them.
Eze gị dị ka igwe atụrụ a ka kpachapụrụ ajị ha ọhụrụ, nke si nʼebe a sapụrụ ha ahụ na-arịpụta. Nke ọbụla chi ụmụ abụọ, ọ dịghịkwa nke gba aka nwa nʼetiti ha.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Egbugbere ọnụ gị abụọ dị ka ogho uhie. Ọnụ gị dị mma ile anya. Agba nti gị abụọ nke dị nʼime akwa mkpuchi gị dị ka pomegranet e kere abụọ.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armoury, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Olu gị dị ka ụlọ elu Devid, nke e wuziri nke ọma. E konyere puku ọta na ya, ha niile bụ ọta nke ndị ọka nʼagha.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed amongst the lilies.
Ara gị abụọ dị ka ụmụ mgbada abụọ, nke otu nne mụrụ nʼotu oge, ndị na-ata nri nʼetiti okoko urodi.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Tutu chi ụtụtụ abọọ, tutu onyinyo agbalaga, aga m aga nʼugwu ụda máá na nʼugwu insensi.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Ị mara mma nke ukwuu, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ọ dịkwaghị ntụpọ ọbụla dị gị nʼahụ.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Si na Lebanọn soro m, nwunye m lụrụ ọhụrụ. Si na Lebanọn bịa soro m; rịdata site nʼugwu Amana, nʼugwu Senia, na nʼugwu Hemon, site nʼọgba ọdụm nʼugwu niile ebe agụ bi.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
I riela m obi, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m; i riela m obi, i werela ile anya gị na ihe olu i yi rie obi m.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
Lee ka ịhụnanya gị si dị ụtọ, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m. Lee ka ịhụnanya gị si dị mma nke ukwuu karịa mmanya, isisi ụtọ nke mmanụ otite gị na-esi isi ọma karịa mmanụ ụda ọbụla.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Egbugbere ọnụ gị dị ụtọ dịka mmanụ aṅụ dị, nwunye ọhụrụ m, mmiri ara ehi na mmanụ aṅụ dị nʼokpuru ire gị, isisi ụtọ nke uwe gị na-esi ka Lebanọn
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Ubi a gbara ogige, ma gbachiekwa, ka nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ bụ. Ị bụ isi iyi nke a gbara ogige, rachiekwa.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
Ihe ọkụkọ dị nʼime ogige gị bụ pomegranet nwere ezi mkpụrụ dị oke ọnụahịa, nke nwere henna na naad,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
naad na safron, kalamus na sinamọn, na osisi nke ihe nsure ọkụ na-esi isi ụtọ, na ụda máá, na aloos na ụda kachasị mma dị iche iche na-esi isi ụtọ.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
I bụ isi iyi nke ubi a gbara ogige, olulu mmiri dị ndụ nke si na Lebanọn asọdata.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Teta nʼụra gị ifufe si nʼugwu; bịakwa gị ifufe si na ndịda, fekwasị ubi m a gbara ogige, ka isisi ụda ya dị ụtọ fesaa ebe niile, ka onye m hụrụ nʼanya bịa nʼubi ya a gbara ogige, ka ọ bịa rie mkpụrụ dị iche iche dị nʼime ya nke dị oke ọnụahịa.

< Song of Solomon 4 >