Song of Solomon 5
1 Mo ti dé inú ọgbà mi, arábìnrin mi, ìyàwó mi; mo ti kó òjìá pẹ̀lú òórùn dídùn mi jọ. Mo ti jẹ afárá mi pẹ̀lú oyin mi; mo ti mu ọtí wáìnì mi pẹ̀lú wàrà mi. Ọ̀rẹ́ Ẹ jẹ, ẹ̀yin ọ̀rẹ́, ẹ mu, àní ẹ mu àmuyó, ẹ̀yin olùfẹ́.
I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
2 Mo ti sùn ṣùgbọ́n ọkàn mi jí. Gbọ́! Olólùfẹ́ mi ń kan ìlẹ̀kùn. “Ṣí i fún mi, arábìnrin mi, olùfẹ́ mi, àdàbà mi, aláìlábàwọ́n mi, orí mi kún fún omi ìrì, irun mi kún fún òtútù òru.”
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 Mo ti bọ́ aṣọ ìgúnwà mi ṣé èmi gbọdọ̀ tún gbé e wọ̀? Mo ti wẹ ẹsẹ̀ mi ṣé èmi gbọdọ̀ tún tì í bọ eruku?
I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
4 Olùfẹ́ mi na ọwọ́ rẹ̀ láti inú ihò ìlẹ̀kùn inú mi sì yọ́ sí i.
My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
5 Èmi dìde láti ṣílẹ̀kùn fún olùfẹ́ mi, òjìá bẹ̀rẹ̀ sí í kán ní ọwọ́ mi, òjìá olóòórùn ń ti ara ìka mi ń sàn sí orí ìdìmú ìlẹ̀kùn.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
6 Èmi ṣí ìlẹ̀kùn fún olùfẹ́ mi, ṣùgbọ́n olùfẹ́ mi ti kúrò, ó ti lọ ọkàn mi gbọgbẹ́ fún lílọ rẹ̀. Mo wá a kiri ṣùgbọ́n, n kò rí i. Mo pè é ṣùgbọ́n, kò dáhùn.
I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
7 Àwọn olùṣọ́ tí ń ṣọ́ ìlú rí mi bí wọ́n ti ṣe ń rìn yí ìlú ká. Wọ́n nà mí, wọ́n sá mi lọ́gbẹ́; wọ́n gba ìborùn mi lọ́wọ́ mi. Àwọn olùṣọ́ tí ń ṣọ́ odi!
I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
8 Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu, mo bẹ̀ yín bí ẹ̀yin bá rí olùfẹ́ mi, kí ni ẹ̀yin yóò wí fún un? Ẹ wí fún un pé àìsàn ìfẹ́ ń ṣe mi.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
9 Kí ni olùfẹ́ rẹ fi dára ju àwọn tókù lọ, ìwọ arẹwà jùlọ láàrín àwọn obìnrin? Kí ni olùfẹ́ rẹ fi dára ju àwọn tókù lọ tí ìwọ fi ń fi wá bú bẹ́ẹ̀?
How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
10 Olùfẹ́ mi ní ìtànṣán ó sì pọ́n ó ní ọlá ju ẹgbẹ̀rún mẹ́wàá lọ.
My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 Orí rẹ̀ rí bí i wúrà tí ó dára jùlọ ìdì irun rẹ̀ rí bí i imọ̀ ọ̀pẹ ó sì dúdú bí i ẹyẹ ìwò.
His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12 Ojú rẹ̀ rí bí i ti àdàbà ní ẹ̀bá odò tí ń sàn, tí a fi wàrà wẹ̀, tí ó jì, tí ó sì dákẹ́ rọ́rọ́.
His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
13 Ẹ̀rẹ̀kẹ́ rẹ̀ rí bí ibùsùn tùràrí tí ó sun òórùn tùràrí dídùn Ètè rẹ̀ rí bí i ìtànná lílì ó ń kán òjìá olóòórùn dídùn.
His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
14 Apá rẹ̀ rí bí i ọ̀pá wúrà, tí a to ohun ọ̀ṣọ́ sí yíká. Ara rẹ̀ rí bí i eyín erin dídán tí a fi safire ṣe lọ́ṣọ̀ọ́.
His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
15 Ẹsẹ̀ rẹ̀ rí bí i òpó mabu tí a gbé ka ihò ìtẹ̀bọ̀ wúrà dáradára. Ìrísí rẹ̀ rí bí igi kedari Lebanoni, tí dídára rẹ̀ kò ní ẹgbẹ́.
His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
16 Ẹnu rẹ̀ jẹ́ adùn fún ara rẹ̀ ó wu ni pátápátá. Háà! Ẹ̀yin ọmọbìnrin Jerusalẹmu. Èyí ni olùfẹ́ mi, èyí sì ni ọ̀rẹ́ mi.
His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
