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.
Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most 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.”
Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking: Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops 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?
Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?
4 Olùfẹ́ mi na ọwọ́ rẹ̀ láti inú ihò ìlẹ̀kùn inú mi sì yọ́ sí i.
My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
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 in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
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 the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.
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!
The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
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.
I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through 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?
Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
10 Olùfẹ́ mi ní ìtànṣán ó sì pọ́n ó ní ọlá ju ẹgbẹ̀rún mẹ́wàá lọ.
Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
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 like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as 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, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
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 a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best 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 hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented 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 columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like 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 throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
