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 your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
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.
Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.
3 Ny nononao roa dia tahaka ny gazela kambana mbola tanora.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
5 Ny lohanao dia tahaka an’ i Karmela, ary ny volon-dohanao milantolanto dia somary volomparasy. Voatanan’ ny volo olioly ny mpanjaka!
Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
6 Endrey! tsara tarehy sady mahafinaritra ianao, ry malala, amin’ izao zava-mahafinaritra rehetra izao!
How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
7 Izato tsangananao dia tahaka ny rofia, Ary ny nononao dia tahaka ny sampahony.
Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
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 said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
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.
May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
10 An’ ny malalako aho, sady manina ahy izy.
I am my beloved's, and he desires me.
11 Avia, ry malalako, aoka handeha ho any an-tsaha isika; Andeha handry any ambanivohitra isika.
Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; 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 rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
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 off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
