Nnwom Mu Dwom 7
1 Wo nan ne mpaboa yɛ fɛ, Ao, ɔdehyeɛ babaa! Wʼanantuo a wogyina so te sɛ abohemaa, odwumfoɔ nsa ano adwuma.
How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
2 Wo funuma yɛ kuruwa a ɛnni nsa a nsã pa wɔ mu ɛberɛ biara. Wo sisi yɛ atokoɔ a wɔaboa ano na sukooko atwa ho ahyia.
Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
3 Wo nufu te sɛ aforoteɛ mma mmienu, adabɔ mma ntafoɔ.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
4 Wo kɔn te sɛ asonse abantenten. Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ Hesbon ntadeɛ a ɛwɔ Bat Rabim ɛpono nkyɛn. Wo hwene te sɛ Lebanon abantenten a ɛkyerɛ Damasko no.
Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
5 Wo tiri si so sɛ Karmel Bepɔ. Wo tirinwi te sɛ adehyetoma a wɔadi mu adwinneɛ; wo tirinwi tentene no dwomfa ɔhene.
Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
6 Wo ho yɛ fɛ, Ao ɔdɔ, wo ho anikadeɛ ma wo ho yɛ ahomeka.
[HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
7 Wo siberɛ te sɛ abɛ dua, na wo nufu te sɛ aduaba siaka.
This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
8 Mekaa sɛ, “Mɛforo abɛ dua no; na masɔ nʼaba mu.” Wo nufu nyɛ sɛ bobe siaka, na wo homeɛ mu hwa nyɛ sɛ aprɛ.
I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
9 Na wʼanomu hwa nyɛ sɛ bobesa papa. Ababaawa: Ma bobesa no nkɔ me dɔfoɔ hɔ tee, ɛntene mfa nʼanofafa ne ne se no so brɛoo.
And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
10 Meyɛ me dɔfoɔ dea, na nʼapɛdeɛ ne me.
I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
11 Bra, me dɔfoɔ; ma yɛnkɔ nkuraase, ma yɛnkɔda nkuraase anadwo baako.
Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
12 Ma yɛnkɔ bobefuo mu ntɛm nkɔhwɛ sɛ bobe no agu nhyerɛnne, sɛ nhyerɛnne no apaapae, anaasɛ ateaa no ayɛ frɔmm. Ɛhɔ na mede me dɔ bɛma wo.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
13 Adasoa yi ne hwa, na akɔnnɔduane nyinaa bɛgu yɛn ɛpono ano, foforɔ ne dada, a mede asie ama woɔ, me dɔfoɔ.
The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
