Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 7
1 Endrey! mahate-hijery ny famindran’ ny tongotrao mikiraro, ry zazavavy zanak’ andriana! Dia tahaka ny firavaka ny amboam-penao, nataon’ ny tanan’ ny mahay zavatra.
How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
2 Ny foitrao dia tahaka ny tomaboha kivorivory; Tsy ho diso divay noharoharoan-java-manitra anie izy! Ny kibonao dia tahaka ny vary tritika voatoby sady voaravaka lilia manodidina.
Thy navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.
3 Ny nononao roa dia tahaka ny gazela kambana mbola tanora.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
4 Ny vozonao dia tahaka ny tilikambo ivory; Ny masonao dia tahaka ny kamory any Hesbona, dia eo am-bavahadin’ ny tanàna be olona; Ny oronao dia tahaka ny tilikambo any Libanona, izay manandrify an’ i Damaskosy.
Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Ny lohanao dia tahaka an’ i Karmela, ary ny volon-dohanao milantolanto dia somary volomparasy. Voatanan’ ny volo olioly ny mpanjaka!
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.
6 Endrey! tsara tarehy sady mahafinaritra ianao, ry malala, amin’ izao zava-mahafinaritra rehetra izao!
How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
7 Izato tsangananao dia tahaka ny rofia, Ary ny nononao dia tahaka ny sampahony.
This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8 Hoy izaho: Hananika ny rofia aho ka handray ny rantsany; Ary aoka ny nononao ho toy ny sampahom-boaloboka amiko, ary ny fofonainao ho tahaka ny an’ ny poma,
I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 Ny vavanao dia toy ny divay tsara, eny, divay mikorotsaka mora eo an-tendan’ ny malalako sady miditra misononoka amin’ ny molotry ny matory.
And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
10 An’ ny malalako aho, sady manina ahy izy.
I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
11 Avia, ry malalako, aoka handeha ho any an-tsaha isika; Andeha handry any ambanivohitra isika.
Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;
12 Dia aoka hifoha maraina koa ho any an-tanim-boaloboka isika; Aoka hizahantsika raha mitsimoka ny voaloboka, sy mivelatra ny voniny, ary mamony ny ampongabendanitra any no hanehoako ny fitiavako anao.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
13 Mamerovero tsara ny dodaima, sady ao am-bavahadintsika misy voankazo tsara samy hafa, na ny vao na ny ela: Efa notehiriziko ho anao izany, ry malalako.
The mandrakes give forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.
