Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
Salomo nnwom mu dwom.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
Ma ɔmfa nʼano mfeano no mfe mʼano, ɛfiri sɛ wo dɔ no yɛ ahomeka sene bobesa.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Wʼaduhwam yi hwa a ɛyɛ ahomeka wo din te sɛ aduhwam a wɔahwie. Na ɛnyɛ nwanwa sɛ mmabaawa no dɔ woɔ!
4 Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
Fa me kɔ, ma yɛnyɛ ntɛm! Ma ɔhene mfa me nkɔ ne piam. Nnamfonom Yɛbɛdi ahurisie na yɛn ani agye wo ho. Yɛbɛkamfo wo dɔ asene bobesa. Ababaawa: Sɛ wɔkamfo wo a, na ne kwan so ara ne no!
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
Mebiri deɛ, nanso me ho yɛ fɛ, Ao, Yerusalem mmammaa, mobiri te sɛ Kedar ntomadan, te sɛ, Salomo ntomadan mu ntwamutam!
6 Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.
Nhwɛ me haa sɛ mebirie enti, ɛfiri sɛ awia na ayɛ me saa. Memaa mmammarima bo fuu me enti wɔmaa me kɔhwɛɛ bobe nturo so; na amma manhwɛ mʼankasa me bobe turo.
7 Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
Kyerɛ me me dɔfoɔ, faako a wode wo nnwankuo kɔ adidi na owigyinaeɛ nso faako a woma wo nnwan home. Adɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ meyɛ sɛ ɔbaa a wakata nʼanim wɔ wo nnamfonom nnwankuo ho?
8 If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
Sɛ wonnim a, mmaa ahoɔfɛfoɔ pa ara no, fa ɛkwan a nnwan fa soɔ so na fa wo mpapo mma kɔ adidi wɔ nnwanhwɛfoɔ no ntomadan ho.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
Me dɔfoɔ, mede wo toto pɔnkɔ bereɛ a wɔde ahoma asa no wɔ Farao nteaseɛnam baako ho.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Nsomuadeɛ ama wʼafono ho ayɛ fɛ, na abohemaa a woasina agu wo kɔn mu no fata wo.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
Yɛbɛyɛ sikakɔkɔɔ nsomuadeɛ a wɔde dwetɛ asisi mu ama wo.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
Ɛberɛ a ɔhene te nʼadidi ɛpono ho no, nʼaduhwam hwa no gyee hɔ.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
Me dɔfoɔ ayɛ me sɛ kurobo toa a ɛda me nufu ntam.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
Me dɔfoɔ ayɛ me sɛ nhwiren boa a ayɛ frɔmm wɔ En-Gedi bobe turo mu.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ nie wʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ nie yɛn mpa so yɛ akɔnɔakɔnɔ.
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
Yɛn fie mpunan yɛ ntweneduro; yɛn nsamsoɔ yɛ pepeaa.
