Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
Ty Sabo talango’ i Selomò.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
Apoho hañorok’ahy re amo orok’ am-palie’eo! Fa soa te amo divaio ty fikokoa’o.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Mandrifondrifoñe o mena-pañosora’oo, rano máñitse nailiñe ty tahina’o, izay ty ikokoa’ o somondrarao azo.
4 Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
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 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
Mainte iraho, naho ginoke, ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, manahake o kiboho’ i Kedareo, hambañe amo lamba’ fañefe’ i Selomoo.
6 Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — 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 Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy 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 thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
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 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
Ry kokoako, Ampanahafeko ami’ty renen-tsoavala amo sarete’ i Paròo,
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Fanjaka o fifi’oo ty amo hangehangeo, ty vozo’o miravake vatosoa.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
Hitsenea’ay bangem-bolamena nihamineñe volafoty.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
Ie nandre an-tihi’e eo i mpanjakay, ro nañakara’ i ramekoy i hañi’ey.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
Hoe sandrifen-drame mandre añivo’ o nonokoo i kokoakoy.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
Fitoborom-boñen-tseva an-tanem-balobo’ i En-Gedy ao i kokoakoy.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
Akore ty hamozohozo’o, o kokoakoo, Hen! ty hatrenotreno’o; deho o maso’oo.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
Toe tsomerentseren-drehe kokoakoo, vata’e miehañe; maindoñe ty fandrean-tikañe;
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
Mendoraveñe o fahan-trañon-tikañeo, akao o tapena’eo.
