Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
Ty Sabo talango’ i Selomò.
2 Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man 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 anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
Mandrifondrifoñe o mena-pañosora’oo, rano máñitse nailiñe ty tahina’o, izay ty ikokoa’ o somondrarao azo.
4 Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore 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— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
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, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
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 do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders 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 my flock, and pasture your young goats near 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 compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
Ry kokoako, Ampanahafeko ami’ty renen-tsoavala amo sarete’ i Paròo,
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Fanjaka o fifi’oo ty amo hangehangeo, ty vozo’o miravake vatosoa.
11 We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
Hitsenea’ay bangem-bolamena nihamineñe volafoty.
12 While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
Ie nandre an-tihi’e eo i mpanjakay, ro nañakara’ i ramekoy i hañi’ey.
13 My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
Hoe sandrifen-drame mandre añivo’ o nonokoo i kokoakoy.
14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
Fitoborom-boñen-tseva an-tanem-balobo’ i En-Gedy ao i kokoakoy.
15 Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
Akore ty hamozohozo’o, o kokoakoo, Hen! ty hatrenotreno’o; deho o maso’oo.
16 Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
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.
