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] bride; I have plucked my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my sugar-cane with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, ye companions; drink, yea, drink abundantly, ye friends.—
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 slept, but my heart was awake: [there was] the voice of my beloved that knocked, “Open for me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my guiltless one; 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 friend stretched forth his hand through the opening, and my inmost parts 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 myself to open for my friend; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with fluid 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 indeed opened for my beloved; but my beloved had vanished, and was gone: my soul had failed me while he was speaking; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he answered me not.
7 Nahita ahy ny antily izay mandehandeha eny an-tanàna, dia nikapoka ka nandratra ahy; Ny mpiambina ny manda nanala ny lamba fisaronako.
Then found me the watchmen that walked about the city; they smote me, they wounded me: they took away my vail from me, they that watched 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.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will 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 friend more than another's friend, O thou fairest of women? what is thy friend more than another's friend, that thus thou adjurest us?—
10 Ny malalako dia sady fotsy mangatsakatsaka no mena, notsongaina tamin’ ny alinalina.
My friend is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
11 Ny lohany dia toy ny tena volamena tsara; Ny volony dia milantolanto sady mangilohilo toy ny goaika.
His head is bright as the finest gold, his locks are like waving foliage, 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 like [those of] doves by streamlets of waters, bathed in milk, well fitted in their setting.
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 turrets of sweet perfumes: his lips, like lilies, dropping with fluid 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 like wheels of gold beset with the chrysolite: his body, an image made of 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 like pillars of marble, resting upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent 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 palate is full of sweets, and every thing in him is agreeable. This is my friend, and this is my beloved, O daughters of Jerusalem.—
