Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
Ano te ataahua o ou waewae i roto i ou hu, e te tamahine a te rangatira! Ko nga hononga o ou huha, koia ano kei o nga peara, he mea hanga na nga ringa o te kaimahi mohio.
2 Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.
Ko tou pito, koia ano kei te oko porotaka, kihai i hapa i te waina whakaranu; ko tou kopu, ano he puranga witi kua oti te karapoti ki nga rengarenga.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Ko ou u e rua, ano ko nga kuao e rua, he mahanga na te anaterope.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
Ko tou kaki ano he pourewa rei; ko ou kanohi, ano ko nga roto wai i Hehepona, i te kuwaha o Peterapimi; ko tou ihu, ano ko te pourewa o Repanona, e titiro atu nei ki Ramahiku.
5 Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
Ko tou mahunga i runga i a koe rite tonu ki Karamere, a ko te makawe o tou mahunga ki te papura; e mau herehere ana te kingi i roto i ona uru.
6 How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
Ano te ataahua, ano te pai ou, e te mea e arohaina ana, ahuareka tonu!
7 Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
Rite tonu koe ki te nikau i a koe e tu nei, a ko ou u ki nga tautau karepe.
8 I said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
I mea ahau, Ka pikitia e ahau te nikau, ka hopukia atu e ahau ona manga: kia rite ou u ki nga tautau o te waina, te kakara o tou ha ki te aporo;
9 May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
A ko tou mangai kia rite ki te waina tino pai e mania nei tana heke ma taku e aroha nei, e rere ana na nga ngutu o te hunga e moe ana.
10 I am my beloved's, and he desires me.
Kei taku e aroha nei ahau; ko ahau ano tana e hiahia ai.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
Haere mai, e taku e aroha nei, taua ka haere ki te parae, ka moe taua ki nga pa ririki.
12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
Kia moata to taua maranga ki nga mara waina; kia kite ai, e tupu ana ranei te waina, kua puta ranei te karepe hou, e kopuku ana ranei nga pamekaranete; ko reira hoatu ai e ahau toku aroha ki a koe.
13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
Kei te patu te kakara o nga manitareki, kei o taua kuwaha ano nga momo hua papai katoa, nga mea hou, nga mea tawhito, he mea rongoa naku mau, e taku e aroha nei.
