< Song of Solomon 4 >

1 Groom to Bride: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead.
Nana, he ataahua koe, e toku hoa; nana, he ataahua koe; no nga kukupa ou kanohi i muri i tou arai: ko ou makawe, koia ano kei te kahui koati e takoto haere ana i te taha o Maunga Kireara.
2 Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
Ko ou niho, ano he kahui hipi uha katahi tonu ka oti te kutikuti, i haere mai i te horoi; rite katoa ratou i te mahanga, kahore hoki he mea pakoro i roto i a ratou.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.
Ko ou ngutu, ano he aho ngangana, ahuareka ana tou mangai: rite tonu ki tetahi wahi o te pamekaranete ou rahirahinga i muri i tou arai.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
Rite tonu tou kaki ki te pourewa o Rawiri, he mea i hanga hei iringa mo nga patu, kei reira nei nga whakangungu rakau kotahi mano e iri ana, ko nga whakapuru tao katoa a te hunga marohirohi.
5 Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.
Ko ou u e rua rite tonu ki nga kuao e rua, he mahanga na nga anaterope, e kai ana i waenga i nga rengarenga.
6 Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
I te mea kiano i matao noa te ra, a kiano i rere noa nga atarangi, ka haere ahau ki te maunga maira, ki te pukepuke parakihe.
7 You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.
He ataahua katoa koe, e toku hoa; kahore hoki ou koha.
8 Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.
Taua ka haere atu i Repanona, e toku hoa, taua atu i Repanona: matakitaki ai i te tihi o Amana, i te tihi o Heniri raua ko Heremona, i te nohoanga o nga raiona, i nga maunga o nga reparo.
9 You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.
Riro pu toku ngakau i a koe, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa: riro pu toku ngakau i tetahi o ou kanohi, i tetahi o nga mekameka whakapaipai o tou kaki.
10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.
Ano te ataahua o tou aroha, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa! Ano te pai o tou aroha! nui atu i te waina: ko te kakara hoki o ou hinu, nui atu i nga kinaki kakara katoa.
11 Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.
He honi kei ou ngutu, e toku hoa, e maturuturu ana; he honi, he waiu kei raro i tou arero: ko te kakara hoki o ou kakahu, koia ano kei te kakara o Repanona!
12 An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.
He kari kua oti te tutaki toku tuahine, toku hoa; he manawa whenua kua oti te papuni, he puna kua oti te hiri.
13 You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;
Ko nga mea e wana ana i a koe he kari pamekaranete, he pai whakarere nga hua; he hena, he rakau nara,
14 aromatic oil and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Lebanon; myrrh and aloe, with all the best ointments.
He nara, he hapirone, he karamu, he hinamona, me nga rakau parakihe katoa; he maira, he aroe, me nga mea nui katoa o nga kinaki kakara.
15 The fountain of the gardens is a well of living waters, which flow forcefully from Lebanon.
He puna koe no nga kari, he poka wai ora, he awa toto mai hoki no Repanona.
16 Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents.
E ara, e te hauraro; haere mai hoki, e te tonga: pupuhi mai ki taku kari, kia rere ai nga kinaki kakara ki waho. Tukua taku e aroha nei kia haere mai ki tana kari, ki te kai i ana hua pai.

< Song of Solomon 4 >