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 have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens 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 find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely do they love thee.
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, O ye 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, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but 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, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veileth herself 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, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents.
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 have compared thee, O 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 circlets, thy neck with beads.
Fanjaka o fifi’oo ty amo hangehangeo, ty vozo’o miravake vatosoa.
11 We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
Hitsenea’ay bangem-bolamena nihamineñe volafoty.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
Ie nandre an-tihi’e eo i mpanjakay, ro nañakara’ i ramekoy i hañi’ey.
13 My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
Hoe sandrifen-drame mandre añivo’ o nonokoo i kokoakoy.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
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 as 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 couch is leafy.
Toe tsomerentseren-drehe kokoakoo, vata’e miehañe; maindoñe ty fandrean-tikañe;
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
Mendoraveñe o fahan-trañon-tikañeo, akao o tapena’eo.
