Song of Solomon 1
Mika zagametamima agatere'nea zagame Solomoni kre'nea zagamere.
2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
Nagira antako nehunka nagira no. Na'ankure kavesima nenantana zamofo haga'amo'a waini timofo haga'a agatere'ne.
3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
Kavufagare'ma fre'nana mananentake masavemo'a, knare mna vu'ne. Kagimo'a mananentake zama tagitreankna nehie. E'ina hu'negeno kasefa a'neramimo'za kagritera tusi'zana nehaze.
4 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
Navregeta tagareta va'maneno. Kini ne'mo'a navareno noma'arega vu'ne. Jerusalemi mofa'nemo'za hu'za, Kini ne'moka kagrikura tusi muse hugahune. Waini tima husgama hunentona zana agatereta, kagrira husga hugantegahune. Mofamo'a huno, Kagra knare zantfa hu'nanku, husga hunegantaze.
5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Jerusalemi mofa'neramimotma antahiho, navufgamo'a hokonke hu'neanagi, hentofaza nehuno, Kedari vahe'mofo seli nontaminkna nehuno, Solomoni seli nomofo tavravegna hu'ne.
6 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
Navufgamo'ma hokonke'ma hu'nea zankura uruhara onageho. Na'ankure zagemo navufga te hokonke hu'ne. Nasarahehe'za tusi zamarimpa ahenante'za waini hozatia kegava huo hu'za hazage'na kegava nehu'na, nagra waini hozani'a kevga osu'noe.
7 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
Nagu'areti'ma hu'na navesi negantoa ronenimoka, iga menina sipisipi afu kevuka'a avrenka vugahane. Kinaga iga sipisipi afuka'a ome zamantenka manigasa hugahane. Nahanige'na savri a'nenegnara hu'na kagri kavumo'zama sipisipi afutmima kegavama nehazafina vano hugahue.
8 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
Hentofa a'moka antahinka kenkama osu'nesunka, sipisipi afu kevu'nimofo agaka avaririnka neone meme afuka'aramina sipisipi kva vahetmimofo seli nomofo tvaonte eme zamantege'za trazana neho.
9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
Navesima negantoa navate ronenimoka, Fero karisiramimofo amu'nompi karisi renteno avazu nehia a' hosi afukna kagra hu'nane.
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
Kameragemo'a knarezantfa higeno, kagesafima rente'nana rinimo'a kazeri hentofaza higeno, knankempima rente'nana pasesumo'a kazeri hentofaza hu'ne.
11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
Kagesare'ma tafintenana konariri zana golireti trohu negamita, knankempima ante zana silvare pasesu trohu kamigahune.
12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
Kini ne'mo'ma ne'zama nenea tratema mani'negeno'a, nagrama navufgare'ma fre'noa masavemofo mana'amo'a ana nompina avi'nete.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
Avesima nenantea ne'mo'a tare amintrenimofo amunompima mananentake'za merema anakintogeno meankna hu'ne.
14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Avesima nenantea ne'mo'a, En-Gedi waini hozafima henae nehaza zafa amosre'agna hu'ne.
15 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
Navesima negantoa mofamoka, kagra hiranto kagi kagonane a' mani'nane. Tare kavurgamokea maho namagna hu'na'e.
16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
Navesima negantoa ne'moka kagra hentofaza hunka kagi kagonane ne' mani'nane. Kagra maka vahera agaterenka hentofa ne' mani'nane. Zamana zamana trazamo'a tagri tafe me'ne.
17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
Nonti'ama ki'nazana, nomofo amagena zafa sida zafanu nente'za, meni zafanu nontamina runkre hugahaze.
