< Mele a Solomona 4 >

1 A IA hoi, he nani kou, e ka'u mea i aloha'i, aia hoi, he nani kou; O kou mau maka, ua like me na maka manu nunu, Iloko o kou pale; Ua like kou lauoho me ko ka poe kao, I ko lakou noho ana ma ka mauna o Giliada.
Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
2 Ua like kou mau niho me ka poe hipa i akoia, E hele mai ana, mai ka auau ana mai; Ua hanau palua lakou a pau, Aohe mea pa mawaena o lakou a pau.
Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
3 Ua like kou mau lehelehe me ke kaula ulaula, A ua maikai kau olelo ana; E like me ka apana pomeraite, pela kou mau maka, Iloko o kou pale.
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4 O kou a-i, ua like ia me ka halekiai o Davida, I kukuluia'i i hale kahiko kaua. Ua kau lakou malaila i hookahi tausani palekaua; He mau palekana lakou a pau no ka poe koa.
Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
5 O ko'u mau waiu, ua like ia me na anetelope i hanau palua ia, E ai ana mawaena o na lilia.
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
6 A i ka wa oluolu o ka la, a auhee na aka, E hele au i ka mauna mura, a i ka puu libano.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7 He nani loa kou a pau, e ka'u mea i aloha'i, Aole ou wahi kina iki.
You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8 E hele pu me au, mai Lebanona mai, e ka'u wahine, Me au pu, mai Lebanona mai, E nana mai ka piko mai o Amana, Mai ka piko mai o Sinera, a me Heremona, Mai ka lua mai o na liona, A mai ka mauna mai o na leopadi.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Ua hooeha mai oe i ko'u naau, e ko'u kaikuwahine, e ka'u wahine; Ua hooeha mai oe i ko'u naau me kekahi o kou mau maka, Me kekahi lei hoi o kou a-i.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 Nani kou aloha, e ko'u kaikuwahine, e ka'u wahine! Maikai kou aloha mamua o ka waina, A me ke ala o kou mea kahinu, Mamua o na mea ala a pau loa.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.
11 O kou lehelehe, e ka'u wahine, ua haule ka meli malaila iho; Aia malalo iho o kou elelo, ka meli a me ka waiu; A o ke ala o kou kapa, Ua like ia me ke ala o Lebanona.
Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 O ko'u kaikuwahine, o ka'u wahine, he kihapai ia i paa i ka pa, He kiowai i uhiia, he punawai hoi i kapiliia.
A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13 O kou mau kawowo, o ke kihapai pomeraite no ia me na hua ono, O ke kupero me ka naredo:
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
14 O ka na naredo, a me ke keroko, a me ke kalamo, a me ke kinemona, Me na laau ala a pau, o ka mura a me ka aloe, Me na mea ala maikai a pau.
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15 O ka punawai o na kihapai, o ka luawai o ka wai ola, A me na wai kahe mai Lebanona mai.
a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 E ala mai, e ka makani kukulu akau, E ka makani kukulu hema, e hele mai; E pa mai i ko'u kihapai i moani aku kona mea ala. E komo mai, o ka'u mea i aloha'i iloko o kona kihapai, E ai ia i ka hua o kona kihapai.
Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

< Mele a Solomona 4 >