Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Ty Sabo talango’ i Selomò.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
Apoho hañorok’ahy re amo orok’ am-palie’eo! Fa soa te amo divaio ty fikokoa’o.
3 Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
Mandrifondrifoñe o mena-pañosora’oo, rano máñitse nailiñe ty tahina’o, izay ty ikokoa’ o somondrarao azo.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee! — The king hath brought me into his chambers — We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
Kozozoto iraho, antao halisa; Nandese’ i mpanjakay mb’añ’efets’ efen’anjomba’e ao. Hañonjoñ’ azo zahay naho hirebeke, honjone’ay ambone’ ty hamañin-divay. An-kahiti’e ty fikokoa’ iareo azo.
5 I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
Mainte iraho, naho ginoke, ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, manahake o kiboho’ i Kedareo, hambañe amo lamba’ fañefe’ i Selomoo.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Ko mangarek’ ahy ami’ty hamaintelèñeko, ie nisamb’ ahy i àndroy. Niboseha’ o ana-dahin-drenekoo iraho, nampañalahala’ iareo o tanem-baheo, vaho namoeako ka i tanem-bahekoy!
7 Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
Saontsio amako, ry fikokoam-piaiko, Aia ty fiandraza’o, i fampandrea’ o an’tsingilingilieñey? Amy te ino ty hitsikombeako ty mpisaron’ tarehe marine’ o lia-rain-drañe’oo?
8 If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
Aa naho tsy fohi’o, ry hatsomerentseren’ampelao, le tinoño ty lia’ i lia-raikey vaho andrazo marine’ o kibohom- piarakeo o vik’ose’oo.
9 I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
Ry kokoako, Ampanahafeko ami’ty renen-tsoavala amo sarete’ i Paròo,
10 Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
Fanjaka o fifi’oo ty amo hangehangeo, ty vozo’o miravake vatosoa.
11 We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
Hitsenea’ay bangem-bolamena nihamineñe volafoty.
12 While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
Ie nandre an-tihi’e eo i mpanjakay, ro nañakara’ i ramekoy i hañi’ey.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
Hoe sandrifen-drame mandre añivo’ o nonokoo i kokoakoy.
14 My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
Fitoborom-boñen-tseva an-tanem-balobo’ i En-Gedy ao i kokoakoy.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
Akore ty hamozohozo’o, o kokoakoo, Hen! ty hatrenotreno’o; deho o maso’oo.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
Toe tsomerentseren-drehe kokoakoo, vata’e miehañe; maindoñe ty fandrean-tikañe;
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
Mendoraveñe o fahan-trañon-tikañeo, akao o tapena’eo.
