Nnwom Mu Dwom 4
1 Wo ho yɛ fɛ, me dɔfo! Ao, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Wʼaniwa a ɛhyehyɛ wo nkataanim mu no te sɛ aborɔnoma. Wo nwi te sɛ mpapokuw a wɔresian Gilead Bepɔw.
How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
2 Wo se te sɛ nguankuw a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforo, a wofi aguaree. Baako mpo nyeraa ɛ.
Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
3 Wʼanofafa te sɛ koogyan hama; wʼano yɛ fɛ. Wʼasontɔre a ɛhyɛ wo nkataanim mu te sɛ ntunkum aduaba fa.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4 Wo kɔn te sɛ Dawid abantenten, a wɔasi no fɛɛfɛ; na akokyɛm apem sensɛn ho, a ne nyinaa yɛ akofo kyɛm.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
5 Wo nufu te sɛ atwemma abien, atwemma nta a wodidi wɔ sukooko mu.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6 Enkosi sɛ ade bɛkye, ama honhom aguan no, mɛkɔ kurobow bepɔw ne aduhuam nkoko no so.
Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ papa; wo ho nni dɛm biara.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
8 Ma yemfi Lebanon, mʼayeforo, wo ne me mfi Lebanon nkɔ. Sian fi Amana atifi bra, fi Senir atifi, Hermon apampam hɔ, fi gyata buw mu ne mmepɔw a asebɔ dɛɛdɛɛ hɔ.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Woagye me koma abɔ so, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; woagye me koma abɔ so; wode wʼani a ɛbɔɔ me so, ne wo kɔnmuade mu ɔbohemaa baako.
You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
10 Wo dɔ yɛ anigye, me nuabea, mʼayeforo! Hwɛ, wo dɔ sɔ ani sen bobesa, na wʼaduhuam yɛ huam sen pɛprɛ biara.
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
11 Asɛm dɛdɛ fi wʼano sɛ ɛwokyɛm, mʼayeforo; nufusu ne ɛwo wɔ wo tɛkrɛma ase. Wo ntade mu hua te sɛ Lebanon de.
Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
12 Wote sɛ turo a wɔato ano pon mu, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; woyɛ asuti a wɔagye ho ban, asubura a wɔasɔw ano.
My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13 Wo nnua yɛ nnuabafuw so ntunkum a ɛsow aba pa, ahuahaa ne nnuannua,
Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
14 nnuannua ne mmetire, osiko ne sinamon, a ohuamfufu nnua ahorow, kurobow ne dupapo ne pɛprɛ papa ahorow nyinaa ka ho.
with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
15 Woyɛ asubura turo, abura a nsu sen fi mu a ɛsen fi Lebanon.
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16 Sɔre, atifi fam mframa! Bra, anafo fam mframa! Bɔ fa me turo mu, sɛnea ɛbɛyɛ a ne hua no begyigye afa baabiara. Ma me dɔfo mmra ne turo mu na ɔmmɛka ne nnuaba papa no nhwɛ.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
