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 your love is better than wine.
Apoho hañorok’ahy re amo orok’ am-palie’eo! Fa soa te amo divaio ty fikokoa’o.
3 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.
Mandrifondrifoñe o mena-pañosora’oo, rano máñitse nailiñe ty tahina’o, izay ty ikokoa’ o somondrarao azo.
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.
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 dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
Mainte iraho, naho ginoke, ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, manahake o kiboho’ i Kedareo, hambañe amo lamba’ fañefe’ i Selomoo.
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.
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, 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?
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 you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats 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 you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
Ry kokoako, Ampanahafeko ami’ty renen-tsoavala amo sarete’ i Paròo,
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
Fanjaka o fifi’oo ty amo hangehangeo, ty vozo’o miravake vatosoa.
11 We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
Hitsenea’ay bangem-bolamena nihamineñe volafoty.
12 While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
Ie nandre an-tihi’e eo i mpanjakay, ro nañakara’ i ramekoy i hañi’ey.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
Hoe sandrifen-drame mandre añivo’ o nonokoo i kokoakoy.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
Fitoborom-boñen-tseva an-tanem-balobo’ i En-Gedy ao i kokoakoy.
15 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves.
Akore ty hamozohozo’o, o kokoakoo, Hen! ty hatrenotreno’o; deho o maso’oo.
16 Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
Toe tsomerentseren-drehe kokoakoo, vata’e miehañe; maindoñe ty fandrean-tikañe;
17 The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
Mendoraveñe o fahan-trañon-tikañeo, akao o tapena’eo.
