Song of Solomon 6

1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?

Kuo ʻalu ki fē ho ʻofaʻanga, ʻa koe ʻoku hoihoifua ʻi he kau fefine kotoa pē? Kuo ʻalu ki fē ʻaia ʻoku ke ʻofa ai? Koeʻuhi ke tau kumi ia mo koe.

2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Kuo ʻalu hifo ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga ki heʻene ngoue, ki he potu ngoue ʻoe ngaahi kakala, ke ne kai ʻi he ngoue, mo ne toli ʻae ngaahi lile.

3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

‌ʻOku ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻa au, pea ʻoku ʻoʻoku ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga: ʻoku ne kai ʻi he lotolotonga ʻoe ngaahi lile.

4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

ʻOku ke hoihoifua, ʻa koe ʻoku ou ʻofa ai, ʻo hangē ko Telisa, pea matamatalelei ʻo hangē ko Selūsalema, pea manavahēʻia ʻo hangē ko e matatau mo ʻenau ngaahi fuka.

5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

Ke ʻoua naʻa sio mai ho mata kiate au he ʻoku ou vaivai ai: ʻoku tatau ho louʻulu mo e fanga kosi ʻoku fafanga ʻi Kiliati.

6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

‌ʻOku tatau ho kaunifo mo e fanga sipi ʻoku ʻalu hake mei he kaukauʻi, he ʻoku taki ʻuhiua ʻa honau ʻuhiki, pea ʻoku ʻikai ke paʻa ha taha ʻi ai.

7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.

‌ʻOku tatau ho manifinifihanga mo e konga pomikanite ʻoku fakalilo ʻaki ho louʻulu.

8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

‌ʻOku ai ʻae tuʻi fefine ʻe toko onongofulu, mo e sinifu ʻe toko valungofulu, mo e kau tāupoʻou taʻefaʻalaua.

9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

Ka ʻoku taha pe ʻa ʻeku lupe, ʻa ʻeku haohaoa, ko e taʻahine pe taha ia ʻa ʻene faʻē, pea ko e pele ʻaʻana naʻa ne fanauʻi ia. Naʻe mamata ki ai ʻae ngaahi ʻofefine ʻonau fakaongolelei ia, pea naʻa mo e ngaahi tuʻi fefine mo e sinifu foki kuo nau lea fakamālō ki ai.

10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”

Ko hai eni ʻoku hā mai ʻo hangē ko e pongipongi, ʻoku fakaʻofoʻofa ʻo hangē ko e māhina, ʻoku ulo ʻo hangē ko e laʻā, pea manavahēʻia ʻo hangē ko e matatau mo ʻenau ngaahi fuka.

11 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—

Ne u ʻalu hifo ki he ngoue natimeki ke u mamata ki he ngaahi fua ʻoe ʻakau ʻi he teleʻa, koeʻuhi ke u ʻilo pe ʻoku tupu lelei ʻae vaine, pea fatakau ʻae ngaahi pomikanite.

12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.

Pea ʻiloange kuo fakafokifā naʻe puna hoku laumālie, ʻo hangē ha taha kuo heka ki he ngaahi saliote ʻo ʻAminatipa.

13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?

Ke ke tafoki mai, tafoki mai, ʻE fefine Sulami; tafoki mai, tafoki mai, ka mau mamata kiate koe. Ko e hā ʻoku mou fie mamata ai ki he fefine Sulami? Ke mau mamata ʻo hangē ko e kau taha ʻae matatau ʻe ua.