Kanta ni Solomon 5
1 Napanak iti hardinko, kabsatko a babai, o nobiak; Inummongko ti mirak agraman iti rekadok. Kinnankon ti balay ti dirok agraman ti dirok; Ininomkon ti arakko ken ti gatasko. Manganka gayyem. Manganka gayyem; uminomka a siwayawaya, ay-ayatek. Kasarsarita ti babai ti bagina
[[Lov.]] I am come to my garden, my sister, my spouse! I gather my myrrh with my balsam, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends! Drink, yea, drink abundantly, my loved companions!
2 Nakaturogak ngem nakariing ti pusok iti maysa a tagtagainep. Adda ti timek ti ay-ayatek nga agtuktuktok a kunkunana, “Ilukatannak, kabsatko a babai, ay-ayatek, o kalapatik, o awan pagkuranganna nga ay-ayatek, ta nabasa ti ulok gapu iti linnaaw, nabasa ti buokko gapu iti lammiis ti rabii.”
[[M.]] I slept, but my heart was awake; It was the voice of my beloved, who was knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is filled with dew, And my locks with the drops of the night.”
3 “Inussobko ti kagayko; masapul kadi nga isuotko manen? Binuggoakon dagiti sakak; masapul kadi a rugitak manen dagitoy?”
“I have taken off my vest [[said I]]; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; How shall I soil them?”
4 Iniggaman ti ay-ayatek iti paglukatan ti ridaw, ket nariing ti pusok kenkuana.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him.
5 Bimmangonak tapno lukatak ti ridaw para iti ay-ayatek; agtedtedted ti mira kadagiti imak, nabasa dagiti ramayko kadagiti alingasaw ti mira, iti pagiggaman ti ridaw.
I rose up to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with self-flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 Inlukatko ti ridaw para iti ay-ayatek, ngem timmalikod ti ay-ayatek ket nakapanawen. Nalmes ti pusok; naawananak iti namnama. Binirokko isuna ngem saanko isuna a masarakan; inayabak isuna, ngem saannak a sinungbatan.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. I was not in my senses while he spake with me! I sought him, but could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Nakitadak dagiti lallaki nga agwanwanawan iti siudad; dinanog ken sinugatdak; dagiti agbanbantay iti ngatoen dagiti pader ket innalada ti kagayko. Kasarsarita ti balasang dagiti babbai iti siudad
The watchmen that go about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away from me my veil.
8 Kayatko nga agkarikayo, annak a babbai ti Jerusalem, a no masarakanyo ti ay-ayatek, ibagayo kenkuana nga agsakitak gapu iti ayatko kenkuana. Kasarsarita dagiti babbai ti siudad ti balasang
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem! If ye should find my beloved, —What will ye tell him? That I am sick with love.
9 Kasano a nasaysayaat ti ay-ayatem ngem iti sabali pay a lalaki nga ayaten, sika a kapipintasan kadagiti babbai? Apay a nasaysayaat ti ay-ayatem ngem iti sabali pay a lalaki nga ayaten, a kiddawem kadakami nga agkarikami a kas iti daytoy? Kasarsarita ti balasang dagiti babbalasang iti siudad
[[Lad.]] What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?
10 Ti ay-ayatek ket napudaw ken lumabbaga, kangrunaan kadagiti sangapulo a ribu.
[[M.]] My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.
11 Kasudian a balitok ti ulona; kulot ken nangisit a kasla uwak ti buokna.
His head is as the most fine gold; His locks waving palm-branches, Black as a raven;
12 Dagiti matana ket kasla kadagiti kalapati iti igid dagiti waig, nadigos iti gatas, naiyurnos a kasla kadagiti alahas.
His eyes are doves by streams of water, Washed with milk, dwelling in fulness;
13 Dagiti pingpingna ket kasla pagmulaan dagiti rekado, nga agpatpataud iti nabanglo nga ayamuom. Dagiti bibigna ket kasla kadagiti lirio, nga agar-aruyot iti mira.
His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Like beds of spices; His lips are lilies Dropping self-flowing myrrh;
14 Nagsippukel dagiti takkiagna nga addaan iti balitok a naarkusan kadagiti napapateg a bato; ti tianna ket kasla marfil a nakalupkopan kadagiti safiro.
His hands are gold rings set with chrysolite; His body is wrought-work of ivory, overlaid with sapphires;
15 Dagiti luppona ket kasla kadagiti adigi a marmol, a naisaad kadagiti batay a puro a balitok; ti langana ket kasla iti Libano, a napili a kas kadagiti sedro.
His legs are marble pillars, resting on pedestals of fine gold; His aspect is like Lebanon, Majestic like the cedars;
16 Ti ngiwatna ti kasasam-itan; naimnas isuna. Daytoy ti ay-ayatek, ken ti gayyemko, annak a babbai dagiti tattao ti Jerusalem.
His mouth is sweetness; His whole being, loveliness. This is my beloved, This my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem!
