Hawo 6
1 Tugbewo ƒe fia, afi ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ yi? Mɔ ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ to, ne míakpe ɖe ŋuwò adii?
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
2 Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ yi ɖe eƒe abɔ me; eyi atike ʋeʋĩwo ƒe bo dzi, ne wòatsa le wo me agbe dzogbenyawo.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ nye tɔnye, eye nye hã menye etɔ; ele tsa ɖim le dzogbenyawo dome.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 Nye dzi lɔlɔ̃a, èdze tugbe abe Tirza ene, ènya kpɔ abe Yerusalem ene, eye fianyenye le ŋutiwò abe asrafoha siwo lé aflaga ɖe asi ene.
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Ɖe wò ŋku ɖa le ŋunye; wowu gbɔgblɔ nam, wò taɖa le abe gbɔ̃ha siwo ɖi tso Gilead to dzi la ene.
Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6 Wò aɖuwo fu abe alẽha siwo tso tsileƒe ene. Wo katã wole zɔzɔm eveve, eye ɖeke metsi akogo o.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7 Wò tonuƒui le dzedzem le moxevɔ me abe atɔtɔ si woma ɖe eve la ene.
Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 Fiasrɔ̃wo le blaade, ahiãviwo le blaenyi, hekpe ɖe ɖetugbi dzadzɛ siwo mele xexlẽme o la ŋuti;
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9 gake nye ahɔnɛ si de blibo si le tɔxɛ, dadaa ƒe vinyɔnu ɖeka hɔ̃ɔ lae nye ame si nye dzila ƒe malɔ̃nulegbɔa. Ɖetugbiawo kpɔe, eye woyɔe be yayratɔ; fiasrɔ̃wo kple ahiãviawo hã kafui.
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
10 Ame kae nye esi le dzedzem abe agudzedze ene, nyo abe ɣleti ene, le keklẽm abe ɣe ene, eye wòle zɔzɔm fiatɔe abe ɣletiviwoe le asaɖa bɔm ene?
Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
11 Meyi ɖe azitiwo te, ne makpɔ gbe fɛ̃ siwo le balime, ne makpɔe ɖa be wainkawo te tsetse alo yevuzitiwo ƒo se mahã.
I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Hafi mava nya la, nye didi kplɔm yi ɖe nye dukɔ ƒe fia ƒe tasiaɖamwo dome.
Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13 Trɔ va, trɔ va, O Sulamitɔ trɔ va, trɔ va, be míalé ŋku ɖe ŋuwò sẽe! Nu ka ta miebe míalé ŋku ɖe Sulamitɔ ŋu abe ale si miewɔna ne wole Mahanaim ɣe ɖum la ene?
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
