Hawo 6
1 Tugbewo ƒe fia, afi ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ yi? Mɔ ka wò lɔlɔ̃tɔ to, ne míakpe ɖe ŋuwò adii?
Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may 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.
Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
3 Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ nye tɔnye, eye nye hã menye etɔ; ele tsa ɖim le dzogbenyawo dome.
I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures 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.
Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
5 Ɖe wò ŋku ɖa le ŋunye; wowu gbɔgblɔ nam, wò taɖa le abe gbɔ̃ha siwo ɖi tso Gilead to dzi la ene.
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of 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, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
7 Wò tonuƒui le dzedzem le moxevɔ me abe atɔtɔ si woma ɖe eve la ene.
Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
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.
One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
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?
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
11 Meyi ɖe azitiwo te, ne makpɔ gbe fɛ̃ siwo le balime, ne makpɔe ɖa be wainkawo te tsetse alo yevuzitiwo ƒo se mahã.
Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
12 Hafi mava nya la, nye didi kplɔm yi ɖe nye dukɔ ƒe fia ƒe tasiaɖamwo dome.
I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
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?
Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
