Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
Ɛhe na wo dɔfo no kɔ mmea ahoɔfɛfo mu ahoɔfɛ? Ɛhe na wo dɔfo man fae, na yɛne wo nkɔhwehwɛ no?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Me dɔfo kɔ ne turo mu, faako a woduadua nnua ahorow, okokyinkyin turo no mu akɔboaboa sukooko ano.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
Me dɔfo yɛ me de, na me nso meyɛ ne de; okyinkyin sukooko no mu.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ te sɛ Tirsa, wʼahoɔfɛ te sɛ Yerusalem, wusi pi te sɛ asraafo a wɔretu frankaa.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Nhwɛ me saa; wobunkam me so. Wo ti nwi te sɛ mpapokuw a wɔresian afi Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved among them.
Wo se te sɛ nguankuw a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforo, a wofi aguaree. Baako mpo nyeraa ɛ.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Wʼasontɔre a ɛhyɛ wo nkataanim mu te sɛ ntunkum aduaba fa.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
Ebia na ɔyerenom yɛ aduosia, mpenanom bɛyɛ aduɔwɔtwe, ne mmabaa dodow a wontumi nkan wɔn;
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
nanso mʼaborɔnoma a ne ho nni asɛm yɛ sononko; ɔno nko ara ne ne na babea, ɔno na nea ɔwoo no no pɛ nʼasɛm. Mmabaa huu no no, wɔfrɛɛ no nhyira; ahemmea ne mpenanom kamfoo no.
10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
Hena na wapue sɛ ahemadakye yi, ɔyɛ frɔmfrɔm sɛ ɔsram, na ɔhyerɛn sɛ owia, nʼanuonyam te sɛ nsoromma a wɔsa so.
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Misian kɔɔ nnuaba pɔw mu hɔ sɛ merekɔhwehwɛ afifide foforo a ɛwɔ obon no mu, sɛ bobe no agu nhwiren, anaasɛ ntunkum no ayɛ frɔmfrɔm.
12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
Mʼani baa me ho so no na mʼadwene de me abesi me nkurɔfo adehye nteaseɛnam so.
13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
San wʼakyi, san wʼakyi, Sulamit babea; San bra, san bra ma yɛnhwɛ wo! Aberante: Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ mohwɛ Sulamit abeawa sɛnea mohwɛ Mahanaim asaw no?
