Soromoni' 2
1 Nagra Saroni agupofi flaua kna nehu'na, agupofima nehagea lili flaua kna hu'noe.
I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Mofa'neramimofo amunompina navesima negantoa mofamoka, ave'ave trazampi me'nea lili flauamofo amosregna hu'nane.
As a lily among thorns, 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 beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, 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 brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner 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.
Strengthen 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. His right hand 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.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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 beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping 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 beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances 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 spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11 Hagi zasi'ma nehianknamo'a vagaregeno kora aruse'ne.
For, look, 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 appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove 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 her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, 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.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face 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 spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
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 browses among the lilies.
17 Rumasama osu'nenire gazeliema nehaza dia afumo'ma agonaregati'ma ne-eaza hunka, navesima negantoa ne'moka ete nagritega eno.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
