Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Ko te waiata o nga waiata, ko ta Horomona.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.
Kia kihia ahau e ia ki nga kihi a tona mangai: he pai atu hoki tou aroha i te waina.
3 And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you.
He kakara pai to ou hinu; ko tou ingoa ano he hinu kua oti te riringi; na reira i aroha ai nga wahine ki a koe.
4 They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you.
Kumea ahau; ka rere atu matou, ka whai i a koe: kua oti ahau te kawe e te kingi ki ona ruma: ka koa matou, ka hari ki a koe; engari tou aroha i te waina hei maharatanga atu ma matou: e tika ana to ratou aroha ki a koe.
5 I am black, but beautiful, you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
He mangu ahau, otiia he ataahua ano, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama, rite tonu ano ki nga teneti o Kerara, ki nga kakahu tauarai o Horomona.
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Kaua e titiro mai ki ahau, no te mea he parauri ahau, no te mea kua tahuna ahau e te ra. I riri nga tama a toku whaea ki ahau, meinga ana ahau e ratou hei kaitiaki mo nga mara waina; ko taku mara ia, ko taku ake, kihai i tiakina e ahau.
7 Tell me, [you] whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your companions.
Whakaaturia mai ki ahau, e ta toku wairua e aroha nei, ko hea koe whangai ai, ko hea koe mea ai i tau kahui kia takoto i te poutumarotanga; kia rite ahau hei aha ki te mahunga taupoki i te taha o nga kahui a ou hoa?
8 If you know not yourself, you fair one among women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
Ki te kore koe e mohio, e te mea ataahua rawa o nga wahine, haere atu i runga i nga takahanga o nga hipi, ka whangai i au kuao koati i te taha o nga nohoanga o nga hepara.
9 I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
Kua whakaritea koe e ahau, e taku e aroha nei, ki tetahi o nga hoiho o nga hariata a Parao.
10 How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
He ataahua ou paparinga i nga whiri o nga makawe, tou kaki i nga tautau o nga mea whakapaipai.
11 We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
Ka hanga e matou etahi mekameka koura mou, he mea tia ki te hiriwa.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
I te kingi e noho ana i tona tepu, ka puta te kakara o toku nara.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Ko te rite ki ahau o taku e aroha nei kei te paihere maira, e takoto nei i waenganui i oku u.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
He tautau hena ki ahau taku e aroha nei, i nga mara waina o Enekeri.
15 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku e aroha nei; nana, he purotu koe; ko ou kanohi kei te kukupa.
16 Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku kaingakau, ae ra, he ahuareka: matomato tonu ano hoki to taua moenga.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
He hita nga kurupae o to taua whare, he kauri nga heke.
