Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
Izaho dia voninkazo eny an-tanety ihany sy lilia eny an-dohasaha.
2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
Toy ny lilia eo amin’ ny tsilo, dia toy izany tompokovavy havako eo amin’ ny zazavavy.
3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
Toy ny hazo poma amin’ ny hazo any an’ ala, dia toy izany ny malalako eo amin’ ny zatovo. Mahafinaritra ahy indrindra ny mipetraka eo ambanin’ ny alokalony, sady mamy ao am-bavako ny voany.
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
Nentiny ho ao an-tranon-divay aho, ary ny fanevany eo amboniko dia fitiavana.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Hatanjaho amin’ ampempam-boaloboka aho, ary velombelomy amin’ ny poma aho, fa mararim-pitia.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
Aoka ny tànany ankavia hanondana ahy, ary aoka ny tànany ankavanana hanohona ahy.
7 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Mampianiana anareo amin’ ny gazela na amin’ ny dieravavy any an-tsaha aho, ry zanakavavin’ i Jerosalema: Aza manaitra na mamoha ny fitiavana raha tsy efa sitrapony.
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Injay, ny feon’ ilay malalako! Indro, tamy izy ka miantsambotsambotra eny an-tendrombohitra ary mitsambitimbikina eny amin’ ny havoana.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
Ny malalako dia tahaka ny gazela na ny diera tanora; Indro, mijanona eo ala-tranonay izy, mitsidika eo am-baravarankely, manarangarana eo amin’ ny makarakara.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
Niteny ny malalako ka nanao tamiko hoe: Mitsangàna, ry tompokovavy havako, ry tsara tarehiko, ka andeha ary!
11 For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
Fa, indro, lasa ny ririnina, ritra tsy misy intsony ny ranonorana;
12 The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
Miposaka eo amin’ ny tany ny voninkazo; Tonga ny taona fanaovam-peo fifaliana, ary re atỳ amin’ ny tanintsika ny feon’ ny domohina.
13 The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
Ny aviavy mahamanitra ny voany tanora, mamony ny voaloboka ka mamerovero tsara. Mitsangàna, ry tompokovavy havako, ry tsara tarehiko, ka andeha ary!
14 O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
E, ry voromailalako ao amin’ ny tsefatsefaky ny harambato, dia ao amin’ ny fialokalofana amin’ ny fiakarana mideza, aoka hahita ny endrikao sy handre ny feonao aho; Fa mamy ny feonao, sady mahafinaritra ny endrikao.
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
Sambory ny amboahaolo, dia ireo amboahaolo madinika izay manimba ny tanim-boaloboka; Fa efa mamony izao ny voalobotsika.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Ahy ny malalako, ary azy aho, dia ilay miandry ny ondriny eny amin’ ny lilia.
17 Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
Mandra-pangatsiatsiaky ny andro, ka efa hilentika ny masoandro, mitodiha, ry ilay malalako, ary aoka ho tahaka ny gazela na ny diera tanora eny an-tendrombohitra be hantsana ianao.
