Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
Kagi kagonamo'ma aravama ohe hentofa mofamoka kagu'aretima hunka kavesima nentana nera iga vu'ne? Kaza huta hakegahunanki, ina kantega rukrahera huno vu'ne?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Avesima nentoa ne'mo'a mananentake zama me'nea hoza'arega uramino, sipisipi afuzaga'a kegava nehuno liliema nehaza tra'zamofo amosre'a asenaku vu'ne.
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Nagra nagu'aretima hu'na navesi nentoa nemofo suza manugeno, nagu'aretima hu'na avesima nentoa ne'mo'a, nagri suza mani'neankino, agra liliema nehaza trazampi sipisipi afuzaga kegava huno vano nehie.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Kagra hentofa a'ni'a mani'nankeno, kavufgaretira Tirza kumamo'ma hiaza huno so'e zantfa hu'ne. Kagra Jerusalemi kumamo'ma knare'zantfama hiaza hunka knarezantfa nehunka, sondia vahe'mo'zama krauefama (flek) eri'za otizankna hu'nane.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
Kavuraga keamne huo, na'ankure kavugura koro nehue. Kazokamo'a hagerimo'ma rukranto krantoma nehiaza nehigeno, meme afu kevumo'za Giliati agonafinti takaure takaure hu'za eramizankna hu'ne.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Meni sipisipi afu ti frente'za azeri agru hazageno efe anentake hiankna kavemo'a hu'ne. Anagamine fenkamine kavemo'a tragave huno knare zantfa hu'neankino, regasima nehankeno'a efeke huno knare nehie.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Tare kameragemokea kavugosama refite'nana tavaravefintira pomigreneti, zafa ragamofo avufgaretima hiaza huno koranke nehie.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Kini ne'mofo a'nea 60'a kuini manizageno, henka a'ne'a 80'a manizageno, ohampriga'a vene omase mofa'nea mani'nazanagi,
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
nagri maho nama agra hiranto zaga mani'neankino, agra ruzahu knazaga mani'ne. Nerera'ma magoke'ma ante'neno agrikuke'ma nehia mofa mani'ne. Muna'nemo'za agrira husga hunentazageno, kini nemofo a'neramimo'zane henka a'neramimo'zane vene omase mofanemo'zanena zagame hu'za agi'a erisga nehaze.
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
Iza avufgafinti rumsa nehie? Avufgafintira ikamo'ma remsama nehiaza nehigeno, zagemofo avunasisimo'ma nehiaza nehigeno, sondia vahe'mo'za krauvefa eri'za oti'zankna huno konarari'amo'a hentofaza hu'ne.
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
Krepimo'ene pomigreneti zafamo'ma amosrema ahege, asinama eri marege'ma hu'ne'nia ome ke'naku, zafa rgama renentea zafa hoza agupofi urami'noe.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
Navesizamo'a ugagota kva ne'mofo karisifi me'nege'na kena antahina nehu'na antri nehue.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Ete rukrahe hunka eno. Sulamu kumateti mofamoka ete eno, ete egeta kagamneno. Higeno mofamo'a huno, Tarefima manimpima hu'za zamagama netrazafina, Nagafare nagenakura nehaze?
