< Song of Songs 1 >

1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Salomo nnwom mu dwom.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.
Ma ɔmfa nʼano mfewano no mfew mʼano, efisɛ wo dɔ no yɛ anigye sen bobesa.
3 And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you.
Wʼaduhuam yi hua a ɛyɛ anigye; wo din te sɛ aduhuam a wɔahwie. Na ɛnyɛ nwonwa sɛ mmabaa no dɔ wo!
4 They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you.
Fa me kɔ, ma yɛnyɛ ntɛm! Ma ɔhene mfa me nkɔ ne pia mu. Nnamfonom: Yebedi ahurusi na yɛn ani agye wo ho. Yɛbɛkamfo wo dɔ asen bobesa. Ababaa: Sɛ wɔkamfo wo a, na ne kwan so ara ne no!
5 I am black, but beautiful, you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Mibiri de, nanso me ho yɛ fɛ, Yerusalem mmabea, mobiri te sɛ Kedar ntamadan, te sɛ, Salomo ntamadan mu ntwamtam!
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Nhwɛ me haw sɛ mibiri nti, efisɛ owia na ayɛ me saa. Me na mmabarima bu fuw me, enti wɔma me kɔhwɛɛ bobe nturo so; na amma manhwɛ mʼankasa me bobeturo.
7 Tell me, [you] whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your companions.
Kyerɛ me, me dɔfo, faako a wode wo nguankuw kɔ adidi na owigyinae nso, faako a woma wo nguan home. Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ meyɛ sɛ ɔbea a wakata nʼanim wɔ wo nnamfonom nguankuw ho?
8 If you know not yourself, you fair one among women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
Sɛ wunnim a, mmea mu ɔhoɔfɛfo koraa, fa ɔkwan a nguan fa so so na fa wo mpapomma kɔ adidi wɔ nguanhwɛfo no ntamadan ho.
9 I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
Me dɔfo, mede wo toto ɔpɔnkɔbere a wɔde hama asa no wɔ Farao nteaseɛnam baako ho no ho.
10 How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
Asokaa ama wʼafono ho ayɛ fɛ, na abohemaa a woasina agu wo kɔn mu no fata wo.
11 We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
Yɛbɛyɛ sikakɔkɔɔ asokaa a wɔde dwetɛ asisi mu ama wo.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
Bere a ɔhene te ne didipon ho no, nʼaduhuam hua no gyee hɔ.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Me dɔfo ayɛ me sɛ kurobow toa a ɛda me nufu ntam.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Me dɔfo ayɛ me sɛ nhwiren boa a ayɛ frɔmfrɔm wɔ En-Gedi bobeturo mu.
15 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ ni! Wʼaniwa aba te sɛ mmorɔnoma.
16 Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Me dɔfo, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Ao, ahoɔfɛ ni! Yɛn mpa so yɛ akɔnnɔakɔnnɔ.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Yɛn fi mpuran yɛ sida; yɛn nsɛmso yɛ ɔpepaw.

< Song of Songs 1 >