Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 4
1 Endrey, tsara tarehy ianao, ry tompokovavy havako! Endrey, tsara tarehy ianao! Ny masonao dia voromailala eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao; Ny volonao dia tahaka ny osy andiany, izay mandriandry eny an-kilan’ ny tendrombohitr’ i Gileada.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
2 Ny nifinao dia tahaka ny ondrivavy andiany efa voahety, izay miakatra avy eo amin’ ny fampandroana; Samy kambana avy ireo, fa tsy misy tsy mana-namana.
Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
3 Tahaka ny kofehy jaky ny molotrao, ary mahafinaritra ny vavanao; Tahaka ny hasin’ ampongabendanitra ny takolakao eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao,
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Ny vozonao dia tahaka ny tilikambon’ i Davida, natao ho trano fihantonam-piadiana; Ampinga arivo no voahantona eo, dia ny ampinga rehetra an’ ny lehilahy mahery.
Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
5 Ny nononao roa dia toy ny diera kambana mbola tanora, izay homana eny amin’ ny lilia.
Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
6 Mandra-pangatsiatsiaky ny andro, ka efa hilentika ny masoandro, dia handeha aho ho any amin’ ny tendrombohitry ny miora sy ny havoan’ ny ditin-kazo mani-pofona.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7 Tsara avokoa izato bikanao izato, ry tompokovavy havako; Tsy misy kilema ianao.
You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8 Hiaraka amiko avy any Libanona ianao, ry ampakariko, eny, hiaraka amiko avy any Libanona, hitazana eny an-tampon’ i Amana, eny an-tampon’ i Senira sy Hermona, eny an-davaky ny liona, eny an-tendrombohitry ny leoparda.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Efa lasanao ny foko, ry havako ampakariko, efa lasanao ny foko tamin’ ny masonao an-ila sy tamin’ ny rojo anankiray amin’ ny vozonao.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 Akory ny hatsaran’ ny fitiavanao, ry havako ampakariko! Akory ny hatsaran’ ny fitiavanao! eny, tsara noho ny divay! Ary ny fofon’ ny menaka manitrao dia mihoatra noho ny zava-manitra rehetra!
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
11 Mitete tantely toy ny avy amin’ ny tohotra ny molotrao, ry ampakariko; Tantely sy ronono no ao ambanin’ ny lelanao, ary ny fofon’ ny fitafianao dia tahaka ny fofon’ i Libanona.
Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 Saha voahidy ny havako ampakariko, loharano voahidy, fantsakan-drano voaisy tombo-kase.
My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Hianao no saha anirian’ ny ampongabendanitra tsara voa, sady misy kofera sy narda,
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
14 Eny, narda sy safrona, veromanitra sy havozomanitra sy ny hazo misy ny ditin-kazo mani-pofona rehetra. Miora sy hazo manitra Mbamin’ ny zava-manitra tsara rehetra;
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15 Loharano ao an-tanimboly ianao, loharano miboiboika, ary renirano kely avy any Libanona.
a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 Mifohaza, ry rivotra avy any avaratra; avia, ry avy any atsimo, Mitsofa eny an-tsahako hielezan’ ny fofony manitra. Aoka ny malalako hankatỳ an-tanimboliny ka hihinana ny voankazony tsara.
Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
