Hawo 7
1 Wò, dumegã ƒe vinyɔnu, atokota dze afɔ na wò loo! Wò zɔzɔme le tɔxɛ abe dzonu vavã si aɖaŋuwɔla wɔ la ene.
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
2 Wò agbɔgbɔnu sɔ tebee abe wainkplu si me wain si wotɔtɔ la mevɔna le o la ene. Wò alime keke abe bli si woli kɔe, eye dzogbenya ɖe to ɖee la ene.
Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
3 Wò nowo le abe sãdevi eve siwo nye zi ƒe evenɔviwo la ene.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Wò kɔ le tsralɛ abe nyiɖuxɔ tsrala ene. Wò ŋkuwo le abe Hesbon ƒe tsita si le Bat Rabingbo nu la ene. Wò ŋɔti le abe Lebanon ƒe xɔ tsrala si dze ŋgɔ Damasko la ene.
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
5 Wò ta le tegblẽe abe Karmel to ene, eye wò taɖa le abe fia ƒe avɔ si wotsɔ ka vovovowo lɔ̃e la ene. Eƒe dzedzeme ɖe aboyo fia la.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
6 Èdze tugbe ŋutɔ, eye wò nu hã nyoa ame ŋu. O lɔlɔ̃, wò nuwɔna ɖe sia ɖe doa dzidzɔ na nye dzi!
How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
7 Wò kɔkɔme le abe deti ene, eye wò nowo le toɖoe abe atikutsetse siwo le kpo ŋuti la ene.
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8 Megblɔ be, “Made deti la dzi, eye malé eƒe tsetsea ɖe asi.” Wò nowo nenɔ abe wainkpo siwo le wainka ŋu la ene, wò gbɔgbɔ naʋẽ lĩlĩlĩ abe aplu ene,
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 eye wò nu me nenye wain nyuitɔ. Wain la neto nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ ƒe nu me kple eƒe aɖutame wɔlii.
and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
10 Menye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ tɔ, eye eya hã ƒe dzi le yonyeme.
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11 Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, va; na míayi gbe me, eye míatsi kɔƒe me adɔ.
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
12 Na míafɔ kaba ayi waingblewo me, akpɔe ɖa be wainkawo te tsetse, woƒe seƒoƒowo ke, eye gbotiwo hã le tsetsem mahã; le afi ma matsɔ nye lɔlɔ̃ na wò.
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
13 Adrikewo le ya ɖem nyuie, eye atikutsetse vivi vovovowo le míaƒe ʋɔtru nu, eye medzra yeyeawo kple xoxoawo siaa ɖo na wò, nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ.
The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
