Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 5
1 Efa tonga eto an-tsahako aho, ry havako ampakariko; Mioty ny miorako mbamin’ ny zava-manitro aho; Efa homana ny toho-tanteliko mbamin’ ny tanteliko aho, ary efa misotro ny divaiko mbamin’ ny rononoko; Homàna ianareo, ry sakaizako, misotroa, eny, mivokisa divay, ry malala.
Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved.
2 Natory aho, nefa nahatsiaro ihany ny foko; Injay! ny feon’ ny malalako, izay mandondòna ka manao hoe: Vohay aho, ry havako ampakariko, Ry voromailalako, ilay ahy tsy misy kilema; Fa vonton’ ando ny lohako, Ny voloko milantolanto dia kotsan’ ny andon’ ny alina.
Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking: Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.
3 Fa hoy izaho: Efa niala akanjo aho, ka hataoko ahoana indray no fiakanjo? Efa nioza tongotra aho, ka hataoko ahoana no fandoto azy?
Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?
4 Nampiditra ny tànany teo amin’ ny loaka ilay malalako, dia nangorakoraka azy ny foko.
My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
5 Nitsangana hamoha varavarana ny malalako ihany aho, ary nitete miora ny tanako, eny, ny rantsan-tanako nitete ranon’ ny miora teo amin’ ny famohana ny hidin-trano.
I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
6 Namoha varavarana ny malalako aho, kanjo efa nihodina izy ka lasa; Very hevitra aho tamin’ ny nitenenany; Nitady azy aho, fa tsy nahita; Niantso azy aho, fa tsy novaliany.
I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.
7 Nahita ahy ny antily izay mandehandeha eny an-tanàna, dia nikapoka ka nandratra ahy; Ny mpiambina ny manda nanala ny lamba fisaronako.
The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
8 Mampianiana anareo aho, ry zanakavavin’ i Jerosalema: Raha mba hitanareo re ny malalako, dia ahoana no holazainareo aminy? Lazao fa mararim-pitia aho.
I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.
9 Inona ny malalanao mihoatra noho ny malala sasany, ry tsara tarehy amin’ ny vehivavy? Inona ny malalanao mihoatra noho ny malala sasany, no dia mampianiana anay toy izao ianao?
Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
10 Ny malalako dia sady fotsy mangatsakatsaka no mena, notsongaina tamin’ ny alinalina.
Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
11 Ny lohany dia toy ny tena volamena tsara; Ny volony dia milantolanto sady mangilohilo toy ny goaika.
His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.
12 Ny masony dia tahaka ny voromailala eo anilan’ ny sakeli-drano, mandro amin’ ny ronono sady tahaka ny vato soa alatsaka an-tranontranony izy.
His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
13 Ny takolany dia tahaka ny tanim-boninkazo misy zava-manitra eo an-tsaha, dia tahaka ny tany navosaina misy voninkazo manitra. Ny molony dia tahaka ny lilia sady mitete ranon’ ny miora.
His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
14 Ny tenany dia tahaka ny anja-bolamena voaisy krysolita; Ny tenany dia tahaka ny ivory voarafitra tsara sady misarona safira;
His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.
15 Ny ranjony dia tahaka ny andry vatosanga miorina amin’ ny faladia tena volamena; Ny tarehiny dia tahaka an’ i Libanona, tsara toy ny sedera.
His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars.
16 Mamy dia mamy ny vavany, eny, maha-te-ho-tia avokoa izy. Toy izany ny malalako, ary toy izany ny sakaizako, ry zanakavavin’ i Jerosalema!
His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
