Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 6
1 Nankaiza ny malalanao, ry tsara tarehy amin’ ny vehivavy? Nivily nankaiza ny malalanao? Mba hiarahanay aminao hitady azy.
To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
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 went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself 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 beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself 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.
You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
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 around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
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,
Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
7 Tahaka ny hasin’ ampongabendanitra ny takolakao eo amin’ ny fisalobonanao.
As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
8 Misy mpanjakavavy enim-polo sy vaditsindrano valo-polo ary zatovovavy tsy hita isa.
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins 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.
One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they 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 is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
11 Lasa nidina nantany an-tsaha tsara hazo aho, hijerijery ny zava-maitso an-dohasaha, hizaha raha mitsimoka ny voaloboka sy mamony ny ampongabendanitra.
To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
12 Tsy nampoiziko ny nanandratan’ ny fanahiko ahy ho eo amin’ ny kalesin’ ny fireneko be voninahitra.
I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
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, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
