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.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.
2 Wo se te sɛ nguankuw a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforo, a wofi aguaree. Baako mpo nyeraa ɛ.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
3 Wʼanofafa te sɛ koogyan hama; wʼano yɛ fɛ. Wʼasontɔre a ɛhyɛ wo nkataanim mu te sɛ ntunkum aduaba fa.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
4 Wo kɔn te sɛ Dawid abantenten, a wɔasi no fɛɛfɛ; na akokyɛm apem sensɛn ho, a ne nyinaa yɛ akofo kyɛm.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.
5 Wo nufu te sɛ atwemma abien, atwemma nta a wodidi wɔ sukooko mu.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
6 Enkosi sɛ ade bɛkye, ama honhom aguan no, mɛkɔ kurobow bepɔw ne aduhuam nkoko no so.
Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ papa; wo ho nni dɛm biara.
Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
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, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, 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.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.
10 Wo dɔ yɛ anigye, me nuabea, mʼayeforo! Hwɛ, wo dɔ sɔ ani sen bobesa, na wʼaduhuam yɛ huam sen pɛprɛ biara.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
11 Asɛm dɛdɛ fi wʼano sɛ ɛwokyɛm, mʼayeforo; nufusu ne ɛwo wɔ wo tɛkrɛma ase. Wo ntade mu hua te sɛ Lebanon de.
Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey — honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Wote sɛ turo a wɔato ano pon mu, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; woyɛ asuti a wɔagye ho ban, asubura a wɔasɔw ano.
A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Wo nnua yɛ nnuabafuw so ntunkum a ɛsow aba pa, ahuahaa ne nnuannua,
Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,
14 nnuannua ne mmetire, osiko ne sinamon, a ohuamfufu nnua ahorow, kurobow ne dupapo ne pɛprɛ papa ahorow nyinaa ka ho.
Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 Woyɛ asubura turo, abura a nsu sen fi mu a ɛsen fi Lebanon.
Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams 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, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
