Soromoni' 2
1 Nagra Saroni agupofi flaua kna nehu'na, agupofima nehagea lili flaua kna hu'noe.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 Mofa'neramimofo amunompina navesima negantoa mofamoka, ave'ave trazampi me'nea lili flauamofo amosregna hu'nane.
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
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.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was 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 took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was 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.
Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome 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 hand is round about me.
7 Jerusalemi mofaneramimota gazeline afi dia afu'mo'za nentahisageta nagritera huvempa hutma tamavesi'zana ame huta eri o'otinkeno kna fatgore eno.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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.
The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on 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 loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
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 loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Hagi zasi'ma nehianknamo'a vagaregeno kora aruse'ne.
For, see, 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 are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding 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 puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
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, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
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.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
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 loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 Rumasama osu'nenire gazeliema nehaza dia afumo'ma agonaregati'ma ne-eaza hunka, navesima negantoa ne'moka ete nagritega eno.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
