Abụ nke Abụ 2
1 Abụ m okoko osisi ọhịa nke Sharọn, na okoko lili nke na-epu na ndagwurugwu.
I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 E, dịka okoko lili nke na-epu nʼetiti ogwu, otu a ka ọmasịrị m dị nʼetiti ụmụ agbọghọ ndị ọzọ.
As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 Onye m hụrụ nʼanya dịka osisi apụl, nʼetiti osisi na-amị mkpụrụ nʼọhịa, mgbe e ji ya tụnyere ụmụ okorobịa ndị ọzọ. Ọ na-enye m obi ụtọ ịnọ nʼokpuru ndo ya, mkpụrụ ya dịkwa ụtọ nʼọnụ.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Ka ọ kpọrọ m jee nʼụlọ oriri, ka ọkọlọtọ ya nʼekpuchi m bụrụ ịhụnanya.
He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5 Were mkpụrụ osisi a mịkpọrọ amịkpọ gbaa m ume; werekwa mkpụrụ osisi apụl mee ka ahụ m dị ike, nʼihi na abụ m onye ịhụnanya mere ka ike gwụsịa.
Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
6 Aka ekpe ya dị nʼokpuru isi m, aka nri ya na-ejikụ m.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7 Unu ụmụ agbọghọ Jerusalem, eji m nne mgbada niile na nne ele ọhịa niile na-agba unu iyi sị: Unu akpọtela maọbụ mee ka ịhụnanya teta, ruo mgbe ọ masịrị ya.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 Gee ntị! Onye m hụrụ nʼanya! Lee ya ka ọ na-abịa, na-amali elu nʼelu ugwu niile, na-amafekwa nʼelu ugwu nta niile.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9 Onye m hụrụ nʼanya yiri mgbada, o yiri nwa ele. Lee ya ka ọ na-eguzo nʼazụ mgbidi anyị, ọ na-esikwa na oghereikuku na nʼoghere dị ya na-elebata anya.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
10 Onye m hụrụ nʼanya gwara m okwu sị m, “Bilie, onye ihe ya na-atọ m ụtọ, onye m mara mma, soro m.
My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Lee, oge oyi agafeela, udu mmiri agabigakwala.
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12 Okoko osisi epupụtala nʼala; oge eji agụ egwu eruokwala, a na-anụ abụ nduru nʼala anyị niile.
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13 Mkpụrụ osisi fiig ebidola ịmịpụta mkpụrụ ya nke mbụ, isi osisi vaịnị na-amịpụta okoko na-esiju ebe niile. Bilie, ma bịa, ọmasịrị m. Onye nke m mara mma! Bịa ka i sooro m.”
The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14 Nduru m nọ nʼọgba nkume, nʼebe nzuzo nke akụkụ ugwu, gosi m ihu gị, mee ka m nụ olu gị, nʼihi na olu gị dị ụtọ, ihu gị makwara mma.
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Jidenụ nkịta ọhịa, ụmụ nkịta ọhịa niile na-emebiri anyị ubi, ọ bụladị ubi vaịnị anyị na-agbawa okoko.
Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16 Onye m hụrụ nʼanya bụ nke m, mụ onwe m bụkwa nke ya. Ọ na-azụ igwe atụrụ ya nʼetiti okoko urodi,
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
17 tutu chi ụtụtụ abọọ mgbe onyinyo niile na-agabigakwa. Tụgharịa, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, dị ka mgbada maọbụ nwa ele nke nọ nʼelu ugwu.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
