Song of Solomon 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 love is better than wine.
Kia kihia ahau e ia ki nga kihi a tona mangai: he pai atu hoki tou aroha i te waina.
3 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins 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 Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine. They are right to love 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 dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
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 Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't 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 graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside 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 do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' 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 compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
Kua whakaritea koe e ahau, e taku e aroha nei, ki tetahi o nga hoiho o nga hariata a Parao.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
He ataahua ou paparinga i nga whiri o nga makawe, tou kaki i nga tautau o nga mea whakapaipai.
11 We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
Ka hanga e matou etahi mekameka koura mou, he mea tia ki te hiriwa.
12 While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
I te kingi e noho ana i tona tepu, ka puta te kakara o toku nara.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies 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 beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
He tautau hena ki ahau taku e aroha nei, i nga mara waina o Enekeri.
15 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves.
Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku e aroha nei; nana, he purotu koe; ko ou kanohi kei te kukupa.
16 Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
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 rafters are firs.
He hita nga kurupae o to taua whare, he kauri nga heke.
