Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 6
1 Nankaiza ny malalanao, ry tsara tarehy amin’ ny vehivavy? Nivily nankaiza ny malalanao? Mba hiarahanay aminao hitady azy.
Whither is thy friend gone, O fairest of women? whither hath thy friend turned himself? that we may seek him with thee?—
2 Lasa nidina ho any an-tsahany ny malalako, dia any amin’ ny tanim-boninkazo misy zava-manitra eo an-tsaha, hiandry ny ondriny eny amin’ ny tanimboly sy hioty ny lilia.
My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 An’ ny malalako aho, ary ahy ny malalako, dia ilay miandry ny ondry andiany eny amin’ ny lilia.
I am my friend's, and my friend is mine: he that feedeth among the lilies.—
4 Tsara tarehy tahaka an’ i Tirza ianao, ry tompokovavy havako, eny, tsara tarehy tahaka an’ i Jerosalema, mahatahotra toy ny antokon’ ny miaramila mitondra faneva.
Thou art beautiful, O my beloved, like Thirzah, comely like Jerusalem, terrible as armies encamped round their banners.
5 Avilio ny masonao tsy hijery ahy, Fa mampiontanontana ny foko izy; Ny volonao dia tahaka ny osy andiany, izay mandriandry eny ankilan’ i Gileada.
Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have excited me: thy hair is like a flock of goats that come quietly down from mount Gil'ad.
6 Ny nifinao dia tahaka ny ondrivavy andiany, izay miakatra avy eo amin’ ny fampandroana; Samy kambana avy ireo. Fa tsy misy tsy mana-manana,
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
7 Tahaka ny hasin’ ampongabendanitra ny takolakao eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao.
Like the half of the pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
8 Misy mpanjakavavy enim-polo sy vaditsindrano valo-polo ary zatovovavy tsy hita isa.
Sixty are the queens, and eighty the concubines, and the young women without number;
9 Fa iray monja kosa no voromailalako, dia ilay ahy tsy misy kilema, vavy tokan-dreniny sady tsongaina amin’ izay naterany. Ny zazavavy nahita azy ka nanao azy ho sambatra, eny, ny mpanjakavavy sy ny vaditsindrano, ka nidera azy.
But one alone is my dove, my guiltless one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the chosen of her that bore her: maidens see her, and call her happy; yea, queens and concubines, and praise her.
10 Iza moa io vehivavy mitsidika toy ny maraina, izay tsara tarehy tahaka ny volana, madio toy ny masoandro sady mahatahotra toy ny antokon’ ny miaramila mitondra faneva?
Who is this that shineth forth like the morning-dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as armies encamped round their banners?
11 Lasa nidina nantany an-tsaha tsara hazo aho, hijerijery ny zava-maitso an-dohasaha, hizaha raha mitsimoka ny voaloboka sy mamony ny ampongabendanitra.
Into the nut-garden was I gone down, to look about among the plants of the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates had budded.
12 Tsy nampoiziko ny nanandratan’ ny fanahiko ahy ho eo amin’ ny kalesin’ ny fireneko be voninahitra.
I knew not [how it was], my soul made me [like] the chariots of my noble people.
13 Miverena, miverena, ry Solemita; Miverena, miverena, mba hijerenay anao. Inona no hitanareo amin’ ny Solemita? Dihy tahaka ny an’ i Mahanaima.
Return, return, O Shulammith; return, return, that we may look upon thee. “What will ye see in the Shulammith?” As though it were the dance of a double company.
