Nnwom Mu Dwom 7
1 Wo nan ne mpaboa yɛ fɛ, Ɔdehye babea! Wʼanantu a wugyina so te sɛ abohemaa, odwumfo nsa ano adwuma.
[[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;
2 Wo funuma yɛ kuruwa a enni nsa a nsa pa wɔ mu bere biara. Wo sisi yɛ atoko a wɔaboa ano na sukooko atwa ho ahyia.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;
3 Wo nufu te sɛ atwemma abien, atwemma nta.
Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;
4 Wo kɔn te sɛ asonse abantenten. Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ Hesbon ntade a ɛwɔ Bat Rabim pon nkyɛn. Wo hwene te sɛ Lebanon abantenten a ɛkyerɛ Damasko no.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus;
5 Wo ti si so sɛ Karmel Bepɔw. Wo tinwi te sɛ adehyetam a wɔadi mu adwinni; wo tinwi atenten no kyere ɔhene dommum.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.
6 Wo ho yɛ fɛ, ɔdɔ, wo ho yɛ anigye na ɛma ahomeka ara!
How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!
7 Wo sibea te sɛ abɛ dua, na wo nufu te sɛ aduaba kasiaw.
This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.
8 Mekae se, “Mɛforo abɛ dua no; na maso nʼaba mu.” Wo nufu nyɛ sɛ bobe kasiaw, na wo home mu hua nyɛ sɛ aprɛ.
I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
9 Na wʼanom hua nyɛ sɛ bobesa papa. Ababaa: Ma bobesa no nkɔ me dɔfo hɔ tee, ɛnsen mfa nʼanofafa ne ne se no so brɛoo.
And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.
10 Meyɛ me dɔfo de, na nʼapɛde ne me.
I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
11 Bra, me dɔfo; ma yɛnkɔ akuraa, ma yɛnkɔda akuraa anadwo baako.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge in the villages!
12 Ma yɛnkɔ bobeturo mu ntɛm nkɔhwɛ sɛ bobe no agu nhwiren, sɛ nhwiren no apaapae, anaasɛ ntunkum no ayɛ frɔmfrɔm. Ɛhɔ na mede me dɔ bɛma wo.
Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!
13 Adesaa yi ne hua, na akɔnnɔduan nyinaa begu yɛn pon ano, foforo ne dedaw, a mede asie ama wo, me dɔfo.
The love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!
