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 have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
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 am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] 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 do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
4 Nampiditra ny tànany teo amin’ ny loaka ilay malalako, dia nangorakoraka azy ny foko.
My beloved sent his hand from the network, 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 to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, On 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 withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, 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 watchmen who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick 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?
What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured us?
10 Ny malalako dia sady fotsy mangatsakatsaka no mena, notsongaina tamin’ ny alinalina.
My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
11 Ny lohany dia toy ny tena volamena tsara; Ny volony dia milantolanto sady mangilohilo toy ny goaika.
His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark 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 as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
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 the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,
14 Ny tenany dia tahaka ny anja-bolamena voaisy krysolita; Ny tenany dia tahaka ny ivory voarafitra tsara sady misarona safira;
His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered 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 limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice 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 sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
