Soromoni' 2
1 Nagra Saroni agupofi flaua kna nehu'na, agupofima nehagea lili flaua kna hu'noe.
As a lily among the thorns,
2 Mofa'neramimofo amunompina navesima negantoa mofamoka, ave'ave trazampi me'nea lili flauamofo amosregna hu'nane.
So [is] my friend 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 a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
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 hath brought me in unto a 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 grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick 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 doth embrace 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
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! lo, this — he is coming, 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from 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 hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11 Hagi zasi'ma nehianknamo'a vagaregeno kora aruse'ne.
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath 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 earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, 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 clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
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.
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
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, Who is delighting among the lilies,
17 Rumasama osu'nenire gazeliema nehaza dia afumo'ma agonaregati'ma ne-eaza hunka, navesima negantoa ne'moka ete nagritega eno.
Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
