Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Somontsoin-tSaròne iraho, vare-mañim-bavatàne.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Manahake o mañidè am-po’ fatikeo i kokoakoy amo somondrarao.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Manahake ty takoko amo hatae añ’alao ty kokoako amo ajalahio. Tsy nahay avao iraho te nitoboke an-talinjo’e eo, nimamy an-pitsopehañ’aze o voa’eo.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
Nasese’e mb’añ’anjomban- tsabadidake mb’eo raho le nampialofe’e ambanen’ alokalom-pikokoa’e ao.
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
Fahano zizimo iraho, ampanintsiño an-takoko, fa nampitoiram-pikokoan-draho.
6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
Iondanan-dohako ty fità’e havia, mamelek’ ahy ty fitàn-kavana’e.
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.
Afantoko ama’ areo ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, ty amo farasio naho o tsakan-kivokeo; ko tsekafe’ areo ndra ampibarakaohe’ areo o fikokoañeo am-para’ te irie’e!
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Inao i kokoakoy! Heheke, mb’ etoan-dre, mitsamboatsamboañe amo vohitseo, mbore vokone’e o tambohoo.
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.
Manahake o farasio ndra ty fanaloke tora’e i kokoakoy; hehe t’ie mijohañe an-kalo’ o kijolin-tikañeo, mitangirik’ amo lalan-kedeo, mitilihitse amo tsingarakarakeo.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
Tinoi’ i kokoakoy iraho ami’ty hoe: Miongaha ry kokoako, i hatsomerentserekoy, antao:
11 For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
fa nihak’ añe i asotriy, fa tampetse i orañey, le añe.
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.
Misodeha an-tane ey o voñeo, le fa totsake ty sam-pañetefañe, vaho fa mivolañe an-tanen-tika atoy i lovey.
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.”
Fa somaraveñe o voa’ i sakoañeio, naho mibotiboty iaby o vaheo, vaho mampiboele o harifondrifo’eo; miavota ry kokoako, ry tsaratseake, misitaha mb’etoa.
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.
O dehoko, an-tseram-batoo: an-tsifitsifi’ o tevañeo, ee te ho treako ty tarehe’o, lonike te hitsanoñe ty feo’o, ry talango am-peo naho soa vintañeo.
15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Tsepaho ho antika o fanalokeo, o fanaloke bory mampianto tanem-baheo, fa mamòñe i tanem-bahen-tikañey.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
Ahiko i kokoakoy, aze ka iraho: ie mampiandrazeñe amo vindao.
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.
Ampara’ te mitiotioke i àndroy vaho misomarike o talinjoo, ry kokoako, mitoliha, tsikombeo i farasiy ndra i fanaloke tora’e an-tevam-bohitsey.
