Nnwom Mu Dwom 6
1 Ɛhe na wo dɔfoɔ no korɔ mmaa ahoɔfɛfoɔ mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛhe na wo dɔfoɔ dane faeɛ, na yɛne wo nkɔhwehwɛ no?
[[Lad.]] Whither is thy beloved gone, thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved betaken himself? That we may seek him with thee.
2 Me dɔfoɔ kɔ ne turo mu, faako a pɛperɛ nkofie wɔ hɔ, ɔkɔkyinkyini turo no mu akɔboaboa sukooko ano.
[[M.]] My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed in the gardens, And to gather lilies.
3 Me dɔfoɔ yɛ me dea, na me nso me wɔ no; ɔkyinkyin sukooko no mu.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth among the lilies.
4 Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ te sɛ Tirsa, wʼahoɔfɛ te sɛ Yerusalem, wosi pi te sɛ asraafoɔ a wɔretu frankaa.
Beautiful art thou, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem; But terrible as an army with banners.
5 Ɛnhwɛ me saa; wo ma me yɛ basaa. Wo tirinwi te sɛ mpapokuo a wɔresiane firi Gilead.
Turn away thine eyes from me! They overpower me! Thy locks are like a flock of goats, Which lie down upon Gilead.
6 Wo se te sɛ nnwankuo a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforɔ, a wɔfiri adwareɛ. Wɔnam mmienu mmienu na wɔn mu biara nyɛ ankonam.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one hath twins, And none is barren among them.
7 Wʼasontorɔ mu a ɛhyɛ wo nkatanimu mu te sɛ ateaa aduaba fa.
As a divided pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil.
8 Ebia na ɔyerenom yɛ aduosia, mpenafoɔ bɛyɛ aduɔwɔtwe, ne mmabaawa dodoɔ a wɔntumi nkan wɔn;
Threescore are the queens, and fourscore the concubines, And the maidens without number.
9 nanso mʼaborɔnoma a ne ho nni asɛm da mu fua; ɔno nko ara ne ne maame babaa, ɔno na deɛ ɔwoo no no pɛ nʼasɛm. Mmabaawa hunu no no, wɔfrɛɛ no nhyira; ahemaa ne mpenafoɔ kamfoo no.
But my dove, my undefiled, is the one; She is the incomparable one of her mother, The darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; The queens and concubines, and they praised her.
10 Hwan na wapue sɛ ahemadakye yi, ɔyɛ frɔmm sɛ ɔsrane, na ɔhyerɛn sɛ owia, nʼanimuonyam te sɛ nsoromma a wɔsa so.
[[Lov.]] Who is this that looketh forth like the morning, Fair as the moon, bright as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?
11 Mesiane kɔɔ nnuaba pɔ mu hɔ sɛ merekɔhwehwɛ afifideɛ foforɔ a ɛwɔ bɔnhwa no mu, sɛ bobe no agu nhyerɛnne anaasɛ ateaa no ayɛ frɔmm.
[[M.]] I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine blossomed, And the pomegranates budded.
12 Mʼani baa me ho so no na mʼadwene de me abɛsi me nkurɔfoɔ adehyeɛ nteaseɛnam so.
Or ever I was aware, My soul had made me like the chariots of the prince's train.
13 Sane wʼakyi, sane wʼakyi, Ao, Sulamit abaayewa; Sane bra, sane bra ma yɛn nhwɛ wo! Aberanteɛ: Adɛn enti na ɛsɛ sɛ mohwɛ Sulamit abaayewa sɛdeɛ mohwɛ Mahanaim asa?
[[Lad.]] Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look upon thee! [[M.]] Why should ye look upon the Shulamite, As upon a dance of the hosts?
