Soromoni' 2
1 Nagra Saroni agupofi flaua kna nehu'na, agupofima nehagea lili flaua kna hu'noe.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
2 Mofa'neramimofo amunompina navesima negantoa mofamoka, ave'ave trazampi me'nea lili flauamofo amosregna hu'nane.
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
3 Navesima negantoa ne'moka zafaramimofo amu'nompina mareri agatere epoli zafagna hunka mago'a vene'ne amu'nompina mani'nane. Ana zafamofo tonapi mani'nena haganentake raga'a tagi'na nenoe.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Tusi neza retro hunte'nea ra nontega navareno nevuno, agu'areti'ma huno avesima nante'nea avu'avamo'a tavravereti refite nanteankna hu'ne.
He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
5 Anante hagegema hu zafargareti'ma kre'nea bretia namige'na ne'na, hankavea eri'na mani'na nevu'na, epoli zafa raga namige'na nenavuna ha'neno. Na'ankure kagrikura tusiza hu'na navesi negante'na kria e'nerue.
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 Hagi hoga'a azante nanuna ante harage nehugeno, tamaga azanura nanuki'ne.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7 Jerusalemi mofaneramimota gazeline afi dia afu'mo'za nentahisageta nagritera huvempa hutma tamavesi'zana ame huta eri o'otinkeno kna fatgore eno.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
8 Hagi avesima nentoa ne'mo'a, agonarega ne-ege'na agasasanke'a nentahue. Takaure takaure huno agona kreneramino, vagri vagri huno ne'one agona kreramino ne-e.
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 Avesima nentoa ne'mo'a gazeliema nehaza afukna huge, agaho dia afukna hu'ne. Nosika mani'neno zaho eri kampinti mase nompinka rentragino nege.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 Nevesima nentoa ne'mo'a amanage huno nagrikura hu'ne, navesi navesima hunegantoa mofamoka otinka eno. Hentofa zagani'a mani'nananki egeta nagrane va'mneno.
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
11 Hagi zasi'ma nehianknamo'a vagaregeno kora aruse'ne.
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12 Flaua trazamo'a hageno amosrea ahegeno, wainia taga huno eri fatgo nehigeno, namaramimo'a zanontera tusiza hu'za nani'nani nehazage'za, kugofa namaramimo'za kugokugo nehaze.
The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
13 Fiki zafamo'a agafa huno raga neregeno, grepi zafamo'a amosre nehegeno, mna'amo'a antaguntagu nehie. Navesima negantoa mofamoka otinka eno. Hentofa zaganimoka nagri'ene eno huno navesima nentoa ne'mo'a hu'ne!
The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
14 Maho namanimo'a fra'ma nekia havegampimka agonafi frakino mani'ne. Kavugosa naveri nehunka, kagerura aruge'na antahi'neno. Na'ankure kagerumo'a haga nehigeno, kavugosamo'a hentofaza hu'ne.
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
15 Avesima nentankeno kavesima negantea grepi hozatani'a eri haviza hanagi, maka neone afi kraramina zamazeri hana huo. Na'ankure grepi zafamo'a amosre ahente'ne.
Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
16 Navesima nentoa ne'mo'a nagri su'a manige'na, nagra agri su'a mani'noe. Ana hu'neankino liliema nehaza flaua hozamofo amu'nompi vano nehuno, amosrema ahente'neana nene.
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 Rumasama osu'nenire gazeliema nehaza dia afumo'ma agonaregati'ma ne-eaza hunka, navesima negantoa ne'moka ete nagritega eno.
Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
