Abụ nke Abụ 6
1 Gị onye mara mma nʼetiti ndị inyom, ebee ka onye ị hụrụ nʼanya jere? Olee ụzọ o sitere? Ka anyị soro gị chọọ ya.
Whither is thy friend gone, O fairest of women? whither hath thy friend turned himself? that we may seek him with thee?—
2 Ọ gara nʼubi ya a gbara ogige, nʼebe ihe ndina ya nke e fesara ụda na-esi isi ụtọ, ijegharị nʼetiti okoko urodi, na ịchịkọta okoko lili.
My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Abụ m nke onye m hụrụ nʼanya, onye m hụrụ nʼanya bụkwa nke m. Ọ na-azụ igwe atụrụ ya nʼetiti okoko urodi.
I am my friend's, and my friend is mine: he that feedeth among the lilies.—
4 Onye m hụrụ nʼanya, ị mara mma dịka Tịaza, ị mara mma nke ukwu dịka Jerusalem, ị dị ebube ka usuu ndị agha ji ọkọlọtọ. Ị dị mma ile anya dịka Jerusalem; Ị dị ka ndị agha bu ọkọlọtọ.
Thou art beautiful, O my beloved, like Thirzah, comely like Jerusalem, terrible as armies encamped round their banners.
5 Wepụ anya gị nʼebe m nọ, nʼihi na i jirila anya gị dọta m. Agịrị isi gị dị ka igwe ewu nke na-arịdata site nʼugwu Gilead.
Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have excited me: thy hair is like a flock of goats that come quietly down from mount Gil'ad.
6 Eze gị dị ka igwe atụrụ nke si nʼebe a sapụrụ ha ahụ na-arịpụta. Nke ọbụla chi ụmụ abụọ, ọ dịghịkwa nke nwa ya furu efu nʼetiti ha.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
7 Agba ntị gị abụọ nke dị nʼime akwa mkpuchi gị dị ka pomegranet e kere abụọ.
Like the half of the pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
8 E nwere ike nwee iri eze nwanyị isii, na iri ndị iko nwanyị asatọ, na ọtụtụ ụmụ agbọghọ a na-apụghị ịgụta ọnụ,
Sixty are the queens, and eighty the concubines, and the young women without number;
9 ma gị onwe gị, nduru m, ezigbo m zuruoke, pụrụ iche nʼetiti ha niile. Naanị otu nwanyị nne ya nwere, ọ masịrị onye mụrụ ya. Ụmụ agbọghọ hụrụ ya kpọọ ya onye a gọziri agọzi, ndị eze nwanyị na ndị iko nwanyị tooro ya.
But one alone is my dove, my guiltless one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the chosen of her that bore her: maidens see her, and call her happy; yea, queens and concubines, and praise her.
10 Onye bụ onye a, pụtara ihe dịka chi ọbụbọ, nke mara mma dịka ọnwa, na-enwu dịka anyanwụ, dị ebube ka dị usuu kpakpando na-aga nʼahịrị nʼahịrị?
Who is this that shineth forth like the morning-dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as armies encamped round their banners?
11 Agara m nʼubi a gbara ogige ebe a kụrụ mkpụrụ osisi, ile ihe na-etopụta ọhụrụ na ndagwurugwu, ilekwa akwụkwọ ndụ ọhụrụ ndị na-epupụta nʼosisi vaịnị, na ị mata ma nʼosisi pomegranet ọ mara ifuru.
Into the nut-garden was I gone down, to look about among the plants of the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates had budded.
12 Tupu m mata ebe m nọ, agụ nke mkpụrụobi m adọtala m tinye nʼetiti ụgbọ agha nke ndị eze ala m.
I knew not [how it was], my soul made me [like] the chariots of my noble people.
13 Laghachi azụ, gị onye Shulam, laghachi azụ; laghachi azụ, e, laghachi azụ ka anyị lee gị anya. Onye hụrụ ibe ya nʼanya Maka gịnị ka unu ga-eji lee onye Shulam anya dịka ọ bụ ite egwu ndị Mahanaim?
Return, return, O Shulammith; return, return, that we may look upon thee. “What will ye see in the Shulammith?” As though it were the dance of a double company.
