Nnwom Mu Dwom 2
1 Meyɛ Saron nhwiren ne abon mu sukooko.
I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
2 Sɛnea sukooko a ɛwɔ nsɔe mu te no, saa ara na me dɔfo te wɔ mmabaa mu.
Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
3 Sɛnea aprɛ te wɔ kwae mu nnua mu no, saa ara na me dɔfo te wɔ mmerante mu. Sɛ metena ne nwini mu a minya ahomeka na nʼaba nso yɛ mʼanom dɛ.
Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
4 Ɔde me akɔ aponto ase, na mʼagyiraehyɛde yɛ ɔdɔ.
Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
5 Momma me bobe aba na minya ahoɔden, momma me aprɛ na ennwudwo me, efisɛ ɔdɔ ama matɔ beraw.
Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
6 Ne nsa benkum da mʼatiko, na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.
His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
7 Yerusalem mmabea, mede atwewa ne wuram ɔforote hyɛ mo sɛ: Monnkanyan na munnyan ɔdɔ kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.
I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
8 Tie! me dɔfo! Hwɛ! ɔno na ɔreba no, ɔrehuruhuruw wɔ mmepɔw no so na ɔbɔ pentenkwa wɔ nkoko no so.
It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
9 Me dɔfo te sɛ ɔtwe anaa ɔforote. Hwɛ! ogyina yɛn fasu akyi, ɔhwɛ mfɛnsere no mu, wagyen nʼani rehwɛ mfɛnsere no mu.
My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
10 Me dɔfo kasa kyerɛɛ me se, “Sɔre, me dɔfo ne mʼahoɔfɛ na bra me nkyɛn.
My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
11 Hwɛ! awɔwbere atwa mu; na asusow atwa mu kɔ.
For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
12 Nhwiren afifi asase ani: nnwonto bere aso. Wɔte mmorɔnoma su wɔ yɛn asase so.
The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
13 Borɔdɔma agu nhwiren; na bobe hua agye baabiara. Sɔre bra, me dɔfo; mʼahoɔfɛ, bra me nkyɛn.”
The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
14 Mʼaborɔnoma a wohyɛ abotan ntokuru mu, ahintaw wɔ mmepɔw so, ma minhu wʼanim; ma mente wo nne; wo nne yɛ dɛ, na wʼanim yɛ fɛ.
My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
15 Monkyekyere sakraman no mma yɛn, sakraman nketewa no a wɔsɛe bobe nturo, yɛn bobe nturo a ayɛ frɔmfrɔm no.
Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
16 Me dɔfo yɛ me dea, na mewɔ no; ɔhwehwɛ sukooko no mu.
My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
17 Enkosi sɛ ade bɛkyɛ na sunsuma bɛsen akɔ no, dan wo ho, me dɔfo, na yɛ sɛ ɔtwewa anaa ɔforote a ɔwɔ nkoko mmonkyi mmonka no so.
Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
