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 am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O 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.
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with 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?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Nampiditra ny tànany teo amin’ ny loaka ilay malalako, dia nangorakoraka azy ny foko.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved 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 rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
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I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.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 that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil 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 charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of 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?
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10 Ny malalako dia sady fotsy mangatsakatsaka no mena, notsongaina tamin’ ny alinalina.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Ny lohany dia toy ny tena volamena tsara; Ny volony dia milantolanto sady mangilohilo toy ny goaika.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and 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 as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
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 as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling 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 as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid 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 as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as 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 mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
