Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
Somontsoin-tSaròne iraho, vare-mañim-bavatàne.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Manahake o mañidè am-po’ fatikeo i kokoakoy amo somondrarao.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Manahake ty takoko amo hatae añ’alao ty kokoako amo ajalahio. Tsy nahay avao iraho te nitoboke an-talinjo’e eo, nimamy an-pitsopehañ’aze o voa’eo.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Nasese’e mb’añ’anjomban- tsabadidake mb’eo raho le nampialofe’e ambanen’ alokalom-pikokoa’e ao.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Fahano zizimo iraho, ampanintsiño an-takoko, fa nampitoiram-pikokoan-draho.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Iondanan-dohako ty fità’e havia, mamelek’ ahy ty fitàn-kavana’e.
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Afantoko ama’ areo ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, ty amo farasio naho o tsakan-kivokeo; ko tsekafe’ areo ndra ampibarakaohe’ areo o fikokoañeo am-para’ te irie’e!
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Inao i kokoakoy! Heheke, mb’ etoan-dre, mitsamboatsamboañe amo vohitseo, mbore vokone’e o tambohoo.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
Manahake o farasio ndra ty fanaloke tora’e i kokoakoy; hehe t’ie mijohañe an-kalo’ o kijolin-tikañeo, mitangirik’ amo lalan-kedeo, mitilihitse amo tsingarakarakeo.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Tinoi’ i kokoakoy iraho ami’ty hoe: Miongaha ry kokoako, i hatsomerentserekoy, antao:
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
fa nihak’ añe i asotriy, fa tampetse i orañey, le añe.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land;
Misodeha an-tane ey o voñeo, le fa totsake ty sam-pañetefañe, vaho fa mivolañe an-tanen-tika atoy i lovey.
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Fa somaraveñe o voa’ i sakoañeio, naho mibotiboty iaby o vaheo, vaho mampiboele o harifondrifo’eo; miavota ry kokoako, ry tsaratseake, misitaha mb’etoa.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
O dehoko, an-tseram-batoo: an-tsifitsifi’ o tevañeo, ee te ho treako ty tarehe’o, lonike te hitsanoñe ty feo’o, ry talango am-peo naho soa vintañeo.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Tsepaho ho antika o fanalokeo, o fanaloke bory mampianto tanem-baheo, fa mamòñe i tanem-bahen-tikañey.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Ahiko i kokoakoy, aze ka iraho: ie mampiandrazeñe amo vindao.
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Ampara’ te mitiotioke i àndroy vaho misomarike o talinjoo, ry kokoako, mitoliha, tsikombeo i farasiy ndra i fanaloke tora’e an-tevam-bohitsey.
