Hawo 3
1 Medi ame si nye dzi lɔ̃na la le nye aba dzi zã blibo la katã; medii, gake nyemekpɔe o.
Bride: On my bed, throughout the night, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, and did not find him.
2 Matso azɔ ayi aɖadii le dua me, le ablɔwo dzi kple kpɔdomewo. Matsa adi ame si nye dzi lɔ̃na la, ale medii ʋuu keke, gake nyemekpɔe o.
I will rise up, and I will circle through the city. Through the side streets and thoroughfares, I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, and did not find him.
3 Esi mele tsatsam le dua me le edim la, medo go zãdzɔlawo, eye mebia wo be, “Miekpɔ ame si nye dzi lɔ̃na la mahã?”
The watchers who guard the city found me: “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
4 Nyemekpɔ dze le wo ŋu hafi kpɔ ame si nye dzi lɔ̃na la o. Meku ɖe eŋu goŋgoŋgoŋ be madzo o, va se ɖe esime mekplɔe yi danye ƒe aƒe me, yi ɖe ame si dzim la ƒe xɔ me.
When I had passed by them a little, I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not release him, until I would bring him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her who bore me.
5 Yerusalem nyɔnuviwo, meta sãde kple zinɔ le gbe me na mi be, “Migaʋuʋu lɔlɔ̃ alo anyɔe o, va se ɖe esime eya ŋutɔ nalɔ̃ hafi.”
Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, until she wills.
6 Ame kae nye esi gbɔna tso gbegbe abe dzudzɔ babla si wotɔtɔ kple lifi kple atike ʋeʋĩ si wowɔ kple nu vovovo siwo woƒle le asitsalawo si la ene?
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends through the desert, like a staff of smoke from the aromatics of myrrh, and frankincense, and every powder of the perfumer?
7 Kpɔ ɖa, Solomo ƒe tasiaɖam ye! Kalẽtɔ blaade siwo nye aʋakalẽtɔ akuakuawo tso Israel ƒe aʋakɔwo dome la le eŋu dzɔm.
Chorus to Bride: Lo, sixty strong ones, out of all the strongest in Israel, stand watch at the bed of Solomon,
8 Wo katã wota yi ɖe aklito, wobi ɖe aʋawɔwɔ me, woƒe asiwo le woƒe yiwo dzi, eye wole klalo na zãmeŋɔdzi ɖe sia ɖe.
all holding swords and well-trained in warfare, each one’s weapon upon his thigh, because of fears in the night.
9 Fia Solomo ŋutɔe wɔ tasiaɖam la na eɖokui, ewɔe kple ʋuƒo siwo wotsɔ tso Lebanon.
Bride to Chorus: King Solomon made himself a portable throne from the wood of Lebanon.
10 Ewɔ eƒe afɔtiwo kple klosalo, eye wòwɔ egɔme kple sika. Wotsɔ agovɔ nyuitɔ wɔ zikpui si le eme, eye wotsɔ Yerusalem nyɔnuviwo ƒe lɔlɔ̃ ɖo atsyɔ̃ na emee.
He made its columns of silver, the reclining place of gold, the ascent of purple; the middle he covered well, out of charity for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Mi Zion vinyɔnuwo, mido go va kpɔ Fia Solomo si ɖɔ fiakuku, kuku si dadaa ɖɔ nɛ le eƒe srɔ̃ɖegbe, gbe si gbe eƒe dzi kpɔ dzidzɔ vevie la ɖa.
O daughters of Zion, go forth and see king Solomon with the diadem with which his mother crowned him, on the day of his espousal, on the day of the rejoicing of his heart.
