Nnwom Mu Dwom 5
1 Maba me turo mu, me nuabea, mʼayeforo; maboaboa me kurobow ne me nnuhuam ano. Madi me wokyɛm ne ɛwo; manom me bobesa ne me nufusu. Nnamfonom: Nnamfonom, munnidi na monnom; Adɔfonom, monnom nea ɛbɛmee mo dɔ.
I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 Medae, nanso me koma anna. Tie! me dɔfo rebɔ pon no mu; “Bue me, me nuabea, me dɔ, mʼaborɔnoma, a ne ho nni dɛm. Obosu afɔw me tirim, anadwo mu bosu afɔw me nwi.”
I sleep, but my heart waketh; Hark! my beloved knocketh: 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.'
3 Maworɔw mʼatade, mensan mfa nhyɛ ana? Mahohoro mʼanan ase, memma ho nyɛ fi bio ana?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Me dɔfo yɛɛ sɛ ɔrebue pon no me koma fii ase bɔɔ kim kim wɔ me mu.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
5 Mesɔree sɛ merekobue me dɔfo, na me nsa ho kurobow ne me nsateaa ho aduhuam, yɛɛ korɔkorɔ no nsa ho.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.
6 Mibue maa me dɔfo no, nanso na ɔkɔ. Ne kɔ no maa me ho dwiriw me. Mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhu no baabiara. Mefrɛɛ no nanso wannye me so.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Awɛmfo no huu me bere a wɔrebɔ aporɔw wɔ kuropɔn no mu. Wɔbobɔɔ me pirapiraa me; woyii mʼatade kɔe; saa awɛmfo a wɔwɛn afasu no!
The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8 Yerusalem mmabea, mehyɛ mo, sɛ muhu me dɔfo no a, asɛm bɛn na mobɛka akyerɛ no? Monka nkyerɛ no se ɔdɔ ama matɔ beraw.
'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'
9 Dɛn na wo dɔfo de sen afoforo, mmea ahoɔfɛfo mu ahoɔfɛ? Dɛn na wo dɔfo de sen afoforo a enti wohyɛ yɛn sɛɛ?
'What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?'
10 Me dɔfo ho twa na ogyigye, wɔfa mpem du a, ɔyɛ sononko.
'My beloved is white and ruddy, pre-eminent above ten thousand.
11 Ne ti yɛ sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa; ne ti so nwi yɛ kuhaa, na ɛyɛ tuntum sɛ kwaakwaadabi.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven.
12 Nʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma a ogyina asuwa bi ho; ɛte sɛ nea wɔde nufusu aguare no, na etuatua hɔ sɛ abohemaa.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 Nʼafono te sɛ pɛprɛ a wɔasɛw no kɛtɛ. Ɛho hua te sɛ aduhuam. Nʼanofafa te sɛ sukooko a ɛsosɔ kurobow.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh.
14 Nʼabasa te sɛ sikakɔkɔɔ abaa a wɔde sikabereɛbo asisi mu. Ne nipadua te sɛ asonse a wɔatwiw ho na wɔde hoabo adura ho.
His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 Nʼanan te sɛ abohemaa afadum a esisi sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa nnyinaso so. Ne bɔbea te sɛ Lebanon a ɔyɛ sononko sɛ ne sida.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Nʼano te sɛ ɔdɛ ankasa; ɔkwan biara so, ne ho yɛ fɛ. Me dɔfo ni, mʼadamfo ni, Yerusalem mmabea.
His mouth is most sweet; yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.'
