Nnwom Mu Dwom 6
1 Ɛhe na wo dɔfo no kɔ mmea ahoɔfɛfo mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛhe na wo dɔfo man fae, na yɛne wo nkɔhwehwɛ no?
Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
2 Me dɔfo kɔ ne turo mu, faako a woduadua nnua ahorow, okokyinkyin turo no mu akɔboaboa sukooko ano.
Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
3 Me dɔfo yɛ me de, na me nso meyɛ ne de; okyinkyin sukooko no mu.
I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
4 Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ te sɛ Tirsa, wʼahoɔfɛ te sɛ Yerusalem, wusi pi te sɛ asraafo a wɔretu frankaa.
Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
5 Nhwɛ me saa; wobunkam me so. Wo ti nwi te sɛ mpapokuw a wɔresian afi Gilead.
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
6 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 sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
7 Wʼasontɔre a ɛhyɛ wo nkataanim mu te sɛ ntunkum aduaba fa.
Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
8 Ebia na ɔyerenom yɛ aduosia, mpenanom bɛyɛ aduɔwɔtwe, ne mmabaa dodow a wontumi nkan wɔn;
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9 nanso mʼaborɔnoma a ne ho nni asɛm yɛ sononko; ɔno nko ara ne ne na babea, ɔno na nea ɔwoo no no pɛ nʼasɛm. Mmabaa huu no no, wɔfrɛɛ no nhyira; ahemmea ne mpenanom kamfoo no.
One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
10 Hena na wapue sɛ ahemadakye yi, ɔyɛ frɔmfrɔm sɛ ɔsram, na ɔhyerɛn sɛ owia, nʼanuonyam te sɛ nsoromma a wɔsa so.
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
11 Misian kɔɔ nnuaba pɔw mu hɔ sɛ merekɔhwehwɛ afifide foforo a ɛwɔ obon no mu, sɛ bobe no agu nhwiren, anaasɛ ntunkum no ayɛ frɔmfrɔm.
Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
12 Mʼani baa me ho so no na mʼadwene de me abesi me nkurɔfo adehye nteaseɛnam so.
I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
13 San wʼakyi, san wʼakyi, Sulamit babea; San bra, san bra ma yɛnhwɛ wo! Aberante: Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ mohwɛ Sulamit abeawa sɛnea mohwɛ Mahanaim asaw no?
Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
