Nnwom Mu Dwom 4
1 Wo ho yɛ fɛ, me dɔfoɔ! Ao, wo ho yɛ fɛ! Wʼaniwa a ɛhyehyɛ wo nkatanimu mu no te sɛ aborɔnoma. Wo nwi te sɛ mpapokuo a wɔresiane Gilead Bepɔ.
Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
2 Wo se te sɛ nnwankuo a wɔatwitwa wɔn ho nwi foforɔ, a wɔfiri adwareɛ. Wɔnam mmienu mmienu na wɔn mu biara nyɛ ankonam.
Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
3 Wʼanofafa te sɛ koogyan ahoma; wʼano yɛ fɛ. Wʼasontorɔ mu a ɛhyɛ wo nkatanimu mu te sɛ ateaa aduaba fa.
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Wo kɔn te sɛ Dawid abantenten, a wɔasi no fɛɛfɛ; na akokyɛm apem sensɛn ho, a ne nyinaa yɛ akofoɔ kyɛm.
Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
5 Wo nufu mmienu te sɛ atwe mma mmienu, atwe mma ntafoɔ a wɔdidi wɔ sukooko mu.
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
6 Ɛnkɔ si sɛ adeɛ bɛkye, ama sunsum adwane no, mɛkɔ kurobo bepɔ ne aduhwam nkokoɔ no so.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7 Me dɔfoɔ, wo ho yɛ fɛ papa; wo ho nni ɛdɛm biara.
You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8 Ma yɛn mfiri Lebanon, mʼayeforɔ, wo ne me mfiri Lebanon nkɔ. Siane firi Amana atifi bra, firi Senir atifi, Hermon apampam hɔ, firi agyata buo mu ne mmepɔ a asebɔ dɛɛdɛɛ hɔ.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Woagye mʼakoma abɔ so, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ; woagye mʼakoma abɔ so wode wʼani a ɛbɔɔ me soɔ, ne wo kɔnmuadeɛ mu ɔbohemaa baako.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 Wo dɔ yɛ ahomeka, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ! Hwɛ wo dɔ sɔ ani sene bobesa, na wʼaduhwam yɛ hwam sene pɛperɛ biara.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.
11 Adɔdɔdeɛ firi wʼano sɛ ɛwokyɛm, mʼayeforɔ; nufosuo ne ɛwoɔ wɔ wo tɛkrɛma ase. Wo ntadeɛ mu hwa te sɛ Lebanon deɛ.
Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Wote sɛ turo a wɔato ano ɛpono mu, me nuabaa, mʼayeforɔ; woyɛ asutire a wɔagye ho ban, asubura a wɔasɔ ano.
A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Wo nnua yɛ nnuabafuo so ateaa a ɛso aba pa, ahuahaa ne nnuannua,
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
14 nnuannua ne mmɛtire, osiko ne sinamon, a ohwamfufuo nnua hodoɔ, kurobo ne dupapoɔ ne pɛperɛ papa ahodoɔ nyinaa ka ho.
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15 Woyɛ turo mu asubura. Woyɛ ɔtadeɛ a nsuo tene firi mu sane firi Lebanon.
a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 Sɔre, atifi fam mframa! Bra, anafoɔ fam mframa! Bɔ fa me turo mu, sɛdeɛ ɛbɛyɛ a ne hwa no bɛgyegye hɔ. Ma me dɔfoɔ mmra ne turo mu na ɔmmɛka ne nnuaba papa no nhwɛ.
Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
