Song of Songs 6
1 Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful amongst women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and 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 kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [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 am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds amongst 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 fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
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 away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
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 as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.
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 cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.
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 My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
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 that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
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 garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
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 There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
Navesizamo'a ugagota kva ne'mofo karisifi me'nege'na kena antahina nehu'na antri nehue.
13 Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
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?
