Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful art thou, my love, how beautiful art thou! thy eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Thy hair is as flocks of goats, which Come up from mount Galaad.
Endrey, tsara tarehy ianao, ry tompokovavy havako! Endrey, tsara tarehy ianao! Ny masonao dia voromailala eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao; Ny volonao dia tahaka ny osy andiany, izay mandriandry eny an-kilan’ ny tendrombohitr’ i Gileada.
2 Thy teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Ny nifinao dia tahaka ny ondrivavy andiany efa voahety, izay miakatra avy eo amin’ ny fampandroana; Samy kambana avy ireo, fa tsy misy tsy mana-namana.
3 Thy lips are as a scarlet lace: and thy speech sweet. Thy cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
Tahaka ny kofehy jaky ny molotrao, ary mahafinaritra ny vavanao; Tahaka ny hasin’ ampongabendanitra ny takolakao eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao,
4 Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men.
Ny vozonao dia tahaka ny tilikambon’ i Davida, natao ho trano fihantonam-piadiana; Ampinga arivo no voahantona eo, dia ny ampinga rehetra an’ ny lehilahy mahery.
5 Thy two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Ny nononao roa dia toy ny diera kambana mbola tanora, izay homana eny amin’ ny lilia.
6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Mandra-pangatsiatsiaky ny andro, ka efa hilentika ny masoandro, dia handeha aho ho any amin’ ny tendrombohitry ny miora sy ny havoan’ ny ditin-kazo mani-pofona.
7 Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.
Tsara avokoa izato bikanao izato, ry tompokovavy havako; Tsy misy kilema ianao.
8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Hiaraka amiko avy any Libanona ianao, ry ampakariko, eny, hiaraka amiko avy any Libanona, hitazana eny an-tampon’ i Amana, eny an-tampon’ i Senira sy Hermona, eny an-davaky ny liona, eny an-tendrombohitry ny leoparda.
9 Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck.
Efa lasanao ny foko, ry havako ampakariko, efa lasanao ny foko tamin’ ny masonao an-ila sy tamin’ ny rojo anankiray amin’ ny vozonao.
10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices.
Akory ny hatsaran’ ny fitiavanao, ry havako ampakariko! Akory ny hatsaran’ ny fitiavanao! eny, tsara noho ny divay! Ary ny fofon’ ny menaka manitrao dia mihoatra noho ny zava-manitra rehetra!
11 Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
Mitete tantely toy ny avy amin’ ny tohotra ny molotrao, ry ampakariko; Tantely sy ronono no ao ambanin’ ny lelanao, ary ny fofon’ ny fitafianao dia tahaka ny fofon’ i Libanona.
12 My sister, my spouse, is a garden enclosed, a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.
Saha voahidy ny havako ampakariko, loharano voahidy, fantsakan-drano voaisy tombo-kase.
13 Thy plants are a paradise of pomegranates with the fruits of the orchard. Cypress with spikenard.
Hianao no saha anirian’ ny ampongabendanitra tsara voa, sady misy kofera sy narda,
14 Spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Libanus, myrrh and aloes with all the chief perfumes.
Eny, narda sy safrona, veromanitra sy havozomanitra sy ny hazo misy ny ditin-kazo mani-pofona rehetra. Miora sy hazo manitra Mbamin’ ny zava-manitra tsara rehetra;
15 The fountain of gardens: the well of living waters, which run with a strong stream from Libanus.
Loharano ao an-tanimboly ianao, loharano miboiboika, ary renirano kely avy any Libanona.
16 Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow.
Mifohaza, ry rivotra avy any avaratra; avia, ry avy any atsimo, Mitsofa eny an-tsahako hielezan’ ny fofony manitra. Aoka ny malalako hankatỳ an-tanimboliny ka hihinana ny voankazony tsara.
