Song of Solomon 1
Salomo nnwom mu dwom.
2 Kisse he me with the cos of his mouth. For thi tetis ben betere than wyn,
Ma ɔmfa nʼano mfewano no mfew mʼano, efisɛ wo dɔ no yɛ anigye sen bobesa.
3 and yyuen odour with beste oynementis. Thi name is oile sched out; therfor yonge damesels loueden thee.
Wʼaduhuam yi hua a ɛyɛ anigye; wo din te sɛ aduhuam a wɔahwie. Na ɛnyɛ nwonwa sɛ mmabaa no dɔ wo!
4 Drawe thou me after thee; we schulen renne in to the odour of thin oynementis. The kyng ledde me in to hise celeris; we myndeful of thi teetis aboue wyn, schulen make ful out ioye, and schulen be glad in thee; riytful men louen thee.
Fa me kɔ, ma yɛnyɛ ntɛm! Ma ɔhene mfa me nkɔ ne pia mu. Nnamfonom: Yebedi ahurusi na yɛn ani agye wo ho. Yɛbɛkamfo wo dɔ asen bobesa. Ababaa: Sɛ wɔkamfo wo a, na ne kwan so ara ne no!
5 Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y am blak, but fair, as the tabernaclis of Cedar, as the skynnes of Salomon.
Mibiri de, nanso me ho yɛ fɛ, Yerusalem mmabea, mobiri te sɛ Kedar ntamadan, te sɛ, Salomo ntamadan mu ntwamtam!
6 Nyle ye biholde me, that Y am blak, for the sunne hath discolourid me; the sones of my modir fouyten ayens me, thei settiden me a kepere in vyners; Y kepte not my vyner.
Nhwɛ me haw sɛ mibiri nti, efisɛ owia na ayɛ me saa. Me na mmabarima bu fuw me, enti wɔma me kɔhwɛɛ bobe nturo so; na amma manhwɛ mʼankasa me bobeturo.
7 Thou spouse, whom my soule loueth, schewe to me, where thou lesewist, where thou restist in myddai; lest Y bigynne to wandre, aftir the flockis of thi felowis.
Kyerɛ me, me dɔfo, faako a wode wo nguankuw kɔ adidi na owigyinae nso, faako a woma wo nguan home. Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ meyɛ sɛ ɔbea a wakata nʼanim wɔ wo nnamfonom nguankuw ho?
8 A! thou fairest among wymmen, if thou knowist not thi silf, go thou out, and go forth aftir the steppis of thi flockis; and feede thi kidis, bisidis the tabernaclis of scheepherdis.
Sɛ wunnim a, mmea mu ɔhoɔfɛfo koraa, fa ɔkwan a nguan fa so so na fa wo mpapomma kɔ adidi wɔ nguanhwɛfo no ntamadan ho.
9 Mi frendesse, Y licnede thee to myn oost of knyytis in the charis of Farao.
Me dɔfo, mede wo toto ɔpɔnkɔbere a wɔde hama asa no wɔ Farao nteaseɛnam baako ho no ho.
10 Thi chekis ben feire, as of a turtle; thi necke is as brochis.
Asokaa ama wʼafono ho ayɛ fɛ, na abohemaa a woasina agu wo kɔn mu no fata wo.
11 We schulen make to thee goldun ournementis, departid and maad dyuerse with silver.
Yɛbɛyɛ sikakɔkɔɔ asokaa a wɔde dwetɛ asisi mu ama wo.
12 Whanne the kyng was in his restyng place, my narde yaf his odour.
Bere a ɔhene te ne didipon ho no, nʼaduhuam hua no gyee hɔ.
13 My derlyng is a bundel of myrre to me; he schal dwelle bitwixe my tetis.
Me dɔfo ayɛ me sɛ kurobow toa a ɛda me nufu ntam.
14 My derlyng is to me a cluster of cipre tre, among the vyneres of Engaddi.
Me dɔfo ayɛ me sɛ nhwiren boa a ayɛ frɔmfrɔm wɔ En-Gedi bobeturo mu.
15 Lo! my frendesse, thou art fair; lo! thou art fair, thin iyen ben the iyen of culueris.
Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ ni! Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ mmorɔnoma.
16 Lo, my derling, thou art fair, and schapli; oure bed is fair as flouris.
Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ ni! Yɛn mpa so yɛ akɔnnɔakɔnnɔ.
17 The trees of oure housis ben of cedre; oure couplis ben of cipresse.
Yɛn fi mpuran yɛ sida; yɛn nsɛmso yɛ ɔpepaw.
