Nnwom Mu Dwom 5
1 Maba me turo mu, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ; maboaboa me kurobo ne me nnuhwam ano. Madi me woɔkyɛm ne ɛwoɔ; manom me bobesa ne me nufosuo. Nnamfonom: Ao, nnamfonom, monnidi na monnom; Ao, adɔfonom, monnom deɛ ɛbɛmee mo.
[[Lov.]] I am come to my garden, my sister, my spouse! I gather my myrrh with my balsam, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends! Drink, yea, drink abundantly, my loved companions!
2 Medaeɛ nanso mʼakoma anna. Tie! Me dɔfoɔ rebɔ ɛpono no mu; “Bue me, me nuabaa, me dɔ, mʼaborɔnoma, a ne ho nni dɛm. Obosuo afɔ me tirim, anadwo mu bosuo afɔ me nwi.”
[[M.]] I slept, but my heart was awake; It was the voice of my beloved, who was knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is filled with dew, And my locks with the drops of the night.”
3 Maworɔ mʼatadeɛ, mensane mfa nhyɛ anaa? Mahohoro me nan ase, memma ho nyɛ fi bio anaa?
“I have taken off my vest [[said I]]; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I soil them?”
4 Me dɔfoɔ yɛɛ sɛ ɔrebue ɛpono no mʼakoma firi aseɛ bɔɔ kimkim 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 merekɔhini me dɔfoɔ, na me nsa ho kurobo ne me nsateaa ho aduhwam, yɛɛ apratwom no ho.
I rose up to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with self-flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 Mebue maa me dɔfoɔ no, nanso na ɔkɔ. Ne korɔ no maa me ho dwirii me. Mehwehwɛɛ no nanso manhunu no baabiara. Mefrɛɛ no nanso wannye me so.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. I was not in my senses while he spake with me! I sought him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Awɛmfoɔ no hunuu me ɛberɛ a wɔrebɔ aporɔ wɔ kuropɔn no mu. Wɔbobɔɔ me pirapiraa me; wɔyii mʼatadeɛ kɔreɛ saa awɛmfoɔ a wɔwɛn afasuo no!
The watchmen that go about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away from me my veil.
8 Ao, Yerusalem mmammaa, mehyɛ mo, sɛ mohunu me dɔfoɔ no a, asɛm bɛn na mobɛka akyerɛ no? Monka nkyerɛ no sɛ ɔdɔ ama matɔ piti.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! If ye should find my beloved, —What will ye tell him? That I am sick with love.
9 Ɛdeɛn na wo dɔfoɔ de sene afoforɔ, mmaa ahoɔfɛfoɔ mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛdeɛn na wo dɔfoɔ de sene afoforɔ a enti wohyɛ yɛn sei?
[[Lad.]] What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?
10 Me dɔfoɔ ho twa na ɔgyegye, wɔfa mpemdu a ɔda mu fua.
[[M.]] My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.
11 Ne ti yɛ sikakɔkɔɔ amapa; ne tiri so nwi yɛ kuhaa, na ɛyɛ tuntum sɛ kwaakwaadabi.
His head is as the most fine gold; His locks waving palm-branches, Black as a raven;
12 Nʼaniwa aba te sɛ aborɔnoma a ɔgyina asuwa bi ho; ɛte sɛ deɛ wɔde nufosuo adware no, na ɛsisi hɔ sɛ abohemaa.
His eyes are doves by streams of water, Washed with milk, dwelling in fulness;
13 Nʼafono te sɛ pɛperɛ a wɔasɛ no kɛtɛ. Ɛho hwa te sɛ aduhwam. Nʼanofafa te sɛ sukooko a ɛsosɔ kurobo.
His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Like beds of spices; His lips are lilies Dropping self-flowing myrrh;
14 Nʼabasa te sɛ sikakɔkɔɔ abaa a wɔde sikabereɛboɔ asisi mu. Ne onipadua te sɛ asonse a wɔatwi ho na wɔde aboɔdemmoɔ adura ho.
His hands are gold rings set with chrysolite; His body is wrought-work of ivory, overlaid with sapphires;
15 Ne nan te sɛ abohemaa afadum a ɛsisi sikakɔkɔɔ amapa nnyinasoɔ so. Ne bɔberɛ te sɛ Lebanon a ɔyɛ sononko sɛ ne ntweneduro.
His legs are marble pillars, resting on pedestals of fine gold; His aspect is like Lebanon, Majestic like the cedars;
16 Nʼano te sɛ ɔdɛ ankasa; ɛkwan biara so, ne ho yɛ fɛ. Me dɔfoɔ nie, mʼadamfo nie, Ao, Yerusalem mmammaa.
His mouth is sweetness; His whole being, loveliness. This is my beloved, This my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem!
