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.
I enter my garden, my sister, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spice. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Let us eat our fill of love! Let us be drunk with love!
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.
Though I was asleep, my mind was racing. I heard my love knocking, and calling out, “Please open the door, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect love. My head is soaked with dew, my hair is wet from the night mist.”
3 Fa hoy izaho: Efa niala akanjo aho, ka hataoko ahoana indray no fiakanjo? Efa nioza tongotra aho, ka hataoko ahoana no fandoto azy?
I replied, “I've already got undressed. I don't have to get dressed again, do I? I've already washed my feet. I don't have to make them dirty again, do I?”
4 Nampiditra ny tànany teo amin’ ny loaka ilay malalako, dia nangorakoraka azy ny foko.
My love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.
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 got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.
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 up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't answer.
7 Nahita ahy ny antily izay mandehandeha eny an-tanàna, dia nikapoka ka nandratra ahy; Ny mpiambina ny manda nanala ny lamba fisaronako.
The watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.
8 Mampianiana anareo aho, ry zanakavavin’ i Jerosalema: Raha mba hitanareo re ny malalako, dia ahoana no holazainareo aminy? Lazao fa mararim-pitia aho.
Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak with 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?
Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?
10 Ny malalako dia sady fotsy mangatsakatsaka no mena, notsongaina tamin’ ny alinalina.
My love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!
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 hair is wavy and black as the 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 beside springs of water, washed with milk and mounted like sparkling jewels.
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 flowerbed of spices that produces fragrance. His lips are like lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.
14 Ny tenany dia tahaka ny anja-bolamena voaisy krysolita; Ny tenany dia tahaka ny ivory voarafitra tsara sady misarona safira;
His arms are round bars of gold inlaid with jewels. His abdomen is like carved ivory inlaid with lapis lazuli.
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 alabaster set on bases of gold. He looks strong, like the mighty cedars of Lebanon.
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 mouth is the sweetest ever; he is totally desirable! This is my love, my friend, women of Jerusalem.
