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.
As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
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 waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Wò nowo le abe sãdevi eve siwo nye zi ƒe evenɔviwo la ene.
Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
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 as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to 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 on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 Èdze tugbe ŋutɔ, eye wò nu hã nyoa ame ŋu. O lɔlɔ̃, wò nuwɔna ɖe sia ɖe doa dzidzɔ na nye dzi!
How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
7 Wò kɔkɔme le abe deti ene, eye wò nowo le toɖoe abe atikutsetse siwo le kpo ŋuti la ene.
This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
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, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
9 eye wò nu me nenye wain nyuitɔ. Wain la neto nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ ƒe nu me kple eƒe aɖutame wɔlii.
And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 Menye nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ tɔ, eye eya hã ƒe dzi le yonyeme.
I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Nye lɔlɔ̃tɔ, va; na míayi gbe me, eye míatsi kɔƒe me adɔ.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
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.
We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
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 have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
