Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
Akore ty hahomozohozo’o, ry kokoakoo, toe tsomerentsereñe; deho am-boho’ o marerarera’oo o fihaino’oo; hoe lia-rain-ose mivovotse am-pizotsoa’ i Gilade o maròi’oo.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Hoe ty rene’añondry hinitsike mitroatse am-panasañe o famotsi’oo, songa aman-drahamba’e, leo raik’ ama’e tsy doñ-anake.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Hoe fole-mena o fivimbi’oo vaho fanjaka o falie’oo. Hoe vakim-boan-draketamena roe o fitendrean’ aoli’oo an-kalo o marerarera’oo.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
Manahake ty fitilik’abo’ i Davide ty fititia’o, rinanjy am-bato miriritse, iradoradoa’ ty fikalan-defoñe arivo, songa fikalam-panalolahy.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
Hoe fanaloke tora’e o fatroa’oo, sarake hambañe mihota am-binda ao.
6 Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Ampara’ ty fanintsiñañ’ andro, an-kalavaen-talinjo, homb’am-bohin-tsotse mb’eo iraho, mb’an-kaboan-drame mb’eo.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
Solanto’e irehe, ry mami’ ty troko, tsy aman-kila.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Mindreza lia amako boake Libanone añe ry enga-vaoko, ehe itraofo hirike Libanone añe; mizotsoa boak’an-dengo’ i Amane ey, boak’an-kaboa’ i Senire, an-digiligi’ i Kermone eñe, boak’amo fipaliram-parasio, o vohim-panalokeo.
9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
Fa tinava’o ty troko, ry rahavaveko, enga-vaoko; kinizo’o an-driom-paom-pihaino’o, ami’ty bange’o raik’ am-pititia’o eo.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
Fanjaka ty fikokoa’o, rahavaveko, enga-vaoko! loho soa te amo divaio ty fikokoa’o, naho ty harifondrifon-drano mañi’o te amy ze atao emboke!
11 Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
Mitsopatsopake ty hamamim-papy tantele o fivimbi’oo, ry enga-vaokoo, habobo naho tantele ty ambane’ famele’o ao. Manahake ty harifondrifo’ i Libanone ty hamañin-tsaro’o.
12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Goloboñe mihily ty zaiko, enga-vaoko. Loha rano mifahetse, figoangoan-drano mikapeke.
13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
Raketa miregorego soa o hataen-golobo’oo, naho voan-katae fanjaka, mañi-dè mitrao-tseva:
14 with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
Rame miharo ahemañitse, hazomañitse naho somoroñe, naho ze hene hatae marifondrifoñe, mitraoke tsotse naho vahoñe vaho ze atao hafiriañe.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
Rano migoangoañe an-goloboñe ao irehe, vovon-drano mamy mitsiritsioke boake Libanone añe.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
Mitsekafa ry avaratse, mb’etoy ry atimo! Tiofo i golobokoy, hampiboeleañe o hamañi’eo. Ee te hizilik’ an-golobo’e ao i kokoakoy hitsopeke o voa’e mafirio.
