Song of Solomon 2

1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

Meyɛ Saron nhwiren ne abon mu sukooko.

2 As a lily amongst thorns, so is my love amongst the daughters.

Sɛnea sukooko a ɛwɔ nsɔe mu te no, saa ara na me dɔfo te wɔ mmabaa mu.

3 As the apple tree amongst the trees of the wood, so is my beloved amongst the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Sɛnea aprɛ te wɔ kwae mu nnua mu no, saa ara na me dɔfo te wɔ mmerante mu. Sɛ metena ne nwini mu a minya ahomeka na nʼaba nso yɛ mʼanom dɛ.

4 He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

Ɔde me akɔ aponto ase, na mʼagyiraehyɛde yɛ ɔdɔ.

5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.

Momma me bobe aba na minya ahoɔden, momma me aprɛ na ennwudwo me, efisɛ ɔdɔ ama matɔ beraw.

6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

Ne nsa benkum da mʼatiko, na ne nsa nifa aka me afam ne bo.

7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

Yerusalem mmabea, mede atwewa ne wuram ɔforote hyɛ mo sɛ: Monnkanyan na munnyan ɔdɔ kosi bere a ɛsɛ mu.

8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

Tie! me dɔfo! Hwɛ! ɔno na ɔreba no, ɔrehuruhuruw wɔ mmepɔw no so na ɔbɔ pentenkwa wɔ nkoko no so.

9 My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

Me dɔfo te sɛ ɔtwe anaa ɔforote. Hwɛ! ogyina yɛn fasu akyi, ɔhwɛ mfɛnsere no mu, wagyen nʼani rehwɛ mfɛnsere no mu.

10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

Me dɔfo kasa kyerɛɛ me se, “Sɔre, me dɔfo ne mʼahoɔfɛ na bra me nkyɛn.

11 For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

Hwɛ! awɔwbere atwa mu; na asusow atwa mu kɔ.

12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Nhwiren afifi asase ani: nnwonto bere aso. Wɔte mmorɔnoma su wɔ yɛn asase so.

13 The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”

Borɔdɔma agu nhwiren; na bobe hua agye baabiara. Sɔre bra, me dɔfo; mʼahoɔfɛ, bra me nkyɛn.”

14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

Mʼaborɔnoma a wohyɛ abotan ntokuru mu, ahintaw wɔ mmepɔw so, ma minhu wʼanim; ma mente wo nne; wo nne yɛ dɛ, na wʼanim yɛ fɛ.

15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

Monkyekyere sakraman no mma yɛn, sakraman nketewa no a wɔsɛe bobe nturo, yɛn bobe nturo a ayɛ frɔmfrɔm no.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses amongst the lilies.

Me dɔfo yɛ me dea, na mewɔ no; ɔhwehwɛ sukooko no mu.

17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

Enkosi sɛ ade bɛkyɛ na sunsuma bɛsen akɔ no, dan wo ho, me dɔfo, na yɛ sɛ ɔtwewa anaa ɔforote a ɔwɔ nkoko mmonkyi mmonka no so.