Song of Solomon 4
1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of 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 sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Hoe ty rene’añondry hinitsike mitroatse am-panasañe o famotsi’oo, songa aman-drahamba’e, leo raik’ ama’e tsy doñ-anake.
3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
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 made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
Manahake ty fitilik’abo’ i Davide ty fititia’o, rinanjy am-bato miriritse, iradoradoa’ ty fikalan-defoñe arivo, songa fikalam-panalolahy.
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
Hoe fanaloke tora’e o fatroa’oo, sarake hambañe mihota am-binda ao.
6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go 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 all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
Solanto’e irehe, ry mami’ ty troko, tsy aman-kila.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places 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 taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain 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 fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
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 are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell 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 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
Goloboñe mihily ty zaiko, enga-vaoko. Loha rano mifahetse, figoangoan-drano mikapeke.
13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
Raketa miregorego soa o hataen-golobo’oo, naho voan-katae fanjaka, mañi-dè mitrao-tseva:
14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
Rame miharo ahemañitse, hazomañitse naho somoroñe, naho ze hene hatae marifondrifoñe, mitraoke tsotse naho vahoñe vaho ze atao hafiriañe.
15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
Rano migoangoañe an-goloboñe ao irehe, vovon-drano mamy mitsiritsioke boake Libanone añe.
16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good 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.
