Abụ nke Abụ 4
1 Leenụ ka i si maa mma, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, e, ị mara mma! Anya gị abụọ nke dị nʼazụ akwa mkpuchi ihu gị dị ka nduru. Agịrị isi gị dị ka igwe ewu nke na-arịda nʼakụkụ ugwu Gilead.
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, —Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:
2 Eze gị dị ka igwe atụrụ a ka kpachapụrụ ajị ha ọhụrụ, nke si nʼebe a sapụrụ ha ahụ na-arịpụta. Nke ọbụla chi ụmụ abụọ, ọ dịghịkwa nke gba aka nwa nʼetiti ha.
Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, —whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:
3 Egbugbere ọnụ gị abụọ dị ka ogho uhie. Ọnụ gị dị mma ile anya. Agba nti gị abụọ nke dị nʼime akwa mkpuchi gị dị ka pomegranet e kere abụọ.
Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, —Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:
4 Olu gị dị ka ụlọ elu Devid, nke e wuziri nke ọma. E konyere puku ọta na ya, ha niile bụ ọta nke ndị ọka nʼagha.
Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, —A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:
5 Ara gị abụọ dị ka ụmụ mgbada abụọ, nke otu nne mụrụ nʼotu oge, ndị na-ata nri nʼetiti okoko urodi.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, —which pasture among lilies.
6 Tutu chi ụtụtụ abọọ, tutu onyinyo agbalaga, aga m aga nʼugwu ụda máá na nʼugwu insensi.
Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.
7 Ị mara mma nke ukwuu, onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ọ dịkwaghị ntụpọ ọbụla dị gị nʼahụ.
Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.
8 Si na Lebanọn soro m, nwunye m lụrụ ọhụrụ. Si na Lebanọn bịa soro m; rịdata site nʼugwu Amana, nʼugwu Senia, na nʼugwu Hemon, site nʼọgba ọdụm nʼugwu niile ebe agụ bi.
With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, —Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
9 I riela m obi, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m; i riela m obi, i werela ile anya gị na ihe olu i yi rie obi m.
Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, —thou hast encouraged me, with one [glance] of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.
10 Lee ka ịhụnanya gị si dị ụtọ, nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ m. Lee ka ịhụnanya gị si dị mma nke ukwuu karịa mmanya, isisi ụtọ nke mmanụ otite gị na-esi isi ọma karịa mmanụ ụda ọbụla.
How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, —how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:
11 Egbugbere ọnụ gị dị ụtọ dịka mmanụ aṅụ dị, nwunye ọhụrụ m, mmiri ara ehi na mmanụ aṅụ dị nʼokpuru ire gị, isisi ụtọ nke uwe gị na-esi ka Lebanọn
With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, —Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Ubi a gbara ogige, ma gbachiekwa, ka nwanne m nwanyị, nwunye ọhụrụ bụ. Ị bụ isi iyi nke a gbara ogige, rachiekwa.
A garden barred, is my sister, bride, —a spring barred, a fountain sealed:
13 Ihe ọkụkọ dị nʼime ogige gị bụ pomegranet nwere ezi mkpụrụ dị oke ọnụahịa, nke nwere henna na naad,
Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, —henna bushes, with nard blossoms:
14 naad na safron, kalamus na sinamọn, na osisi nke ihe nsure ọkụ na-esi isi ụtọ, na ụda máá, na aloos na ụda kachasị mma dị iche iche na-esi isi ụtọ.
Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, —myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:
15 I bụ isi iyi nke ubi a gbara ogige, olulu mmiri dị ndụ nke si na Lebanọn asọdata.
A garden fountain, a well of living waters, —and flowings from Lebanon.
16 Teta nʼụra gị ifufe si nʼugwu; bịakwa gị ifufe si na ndịda, fekwasị ubi m a gbara ogige, ka isisi ụda ya dị ụtọ fesaa ebe niile, ka onye m hụrụ nʼanya bịa nʼubi ya a gbara ogige, ka ọ bịa rie mkpụrụ dị iche iche dị nʼime ya nke dị oke ọnụahịa.
[SHE] Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden—its balsams, will flow out, —Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
