Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
Somontsoin-tSaròne iraho, vare-mañim-bavatàne.
2 As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, 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 loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and 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 took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
Nasese’e mb’añ’anjomban- tsabadidake mb’eo raho le nampialofe’e ambanen’ alokalom-pikokoa’e ao.
5 Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
Fahano zizimo iraho, ampanintsiño an-takoko, fa nampitoiram-pikokoan-draho.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
Iondanan-dohako ty fità’e havia, mamelek’ ahy ty fitàn-kavana’e.
7 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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 loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
Inao i kokoakoy! Heheke, mb’ etoan-dre, mitsamboatsamboañe amo vohitseo, mbore vokone’e o tambohoo.
9 My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
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 loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Tinoi’ i kokoakoy iraho ami’ty hoe: Miongaha ry kokoako, i hatsomerentserekoy, antao:
11 For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
fa nihak’ añe i asotriy, fa tampetse i orañey, le añe.
12 The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding 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 puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, 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 O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
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 Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
Tsepaho ho antika o fanalokeo, o fanaloke bory mampianto tanem-baheo, fa mamòñe i tanem-bahen-tikañey.
16 My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
Ahiko i kokoakoy, aze ka iraho: ie mampiandrazeñe amo vindao.
17 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe 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.
