Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Ny tonon-kira tsara indrindra, izay nataon’ i Solomona.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
Enga anie ka hanoroka ahy amin’ ny fanorohan’ ny vavany izy! Fa tsara noho ny divay ny fitiavanao.
3 And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
Mani-pofona ny menakao tsara, menaka manitra voaidina ny anaranao, koa izany no itiavan’ ny zatovovavy anao.
4 They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
Taomy aho, dia hihazakazaka hanaraka anao izahay; Nentin’ ny mpanjaka ho ao an-efi-tranony aho. Hifaly sy hiravoravo aminao izahay; Hankalazainay mihoatra noho ny divay ny fitiavanao; Fitiavana marina no itiavany anao.
5 I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Mivalomainty aho, nefa tsara tarehy, ry zanakavavin’ i Jerosalema, toy ny lain’ i Kedara, toy ny ambain-dain’ i Solomona.
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Aza mibanjina ahy, fa mivalomainty aho, satria efa azon’ ny hainandro; Tezitra tamiko ny zanak’ ineny; Notendreny ho mpiandry ny tanim-boalobony aho; Nefa ny tanim-boaloboko kosa, dia ny an’ ny tenako, tsy mba nandrasako.
7 Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
Lazao amiko, ry ilay tian’ ny fanahiko, izay iandrasanao ny ondrinao, sy izay ampandrianao azy raha antoandro; Fa nahoana no ho tahaka izay mivezivezy foana aho Eny amin’ ny andian’ ny namanao?
8 If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
Raha tsy fantatrao, ry tsara tarehy indrindra amin’ ny vehivavy, dia mandehana hanaraka ny andian’ ny ondry aman’ osy, ary andraso eny amin’ ny lain’ ny mpiandry ondry ny zanak’ osinao.
9 I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
Ry tompokovavy havako, ianao dia ampitahaiko amin’ ny soavalivaviko mitarika ny kalesin’ i Farao.
10 How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
Mahatsara ny tarehinao ireo voahangy voatohy; Manendrika ny vozonao ireo rado.
11 We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
Nefa rojo volamena misy voavola mibontsimbontsina kosa no hataonay ho anao.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
Raha mipetraka amin’ ny latabany ny mpanjaka, dia mamerovero tsara ny nardako.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Ny malalako dia miora am-pehezana madinika mandry eo an-tratrako.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Ny malalako dia tahaka ny vonin’ ny kofera amiko, any an-tanimbolin’ i En-jedy.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Indro, tsara tarehy ianao, ry tompokovavy havako; Indro, tsara tarehy ianao; Voromailala ny masonao.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Indro, tsara tarehy ianao, ry malalako, eny, mahafinaritra; Maitso ny fandriantsika.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Sedera ny sakamandimbin’ ny tranontsika, ary kypreso ny peta-drindrintsika.
