Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 1
1 Ty Sabo talango’ i Selomò.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Apoho hañorok’ahy re amo orok’ am-palie’eo! Fa soa te amo divaio ty fikokoa’o.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
3 Mandrifondrifoñe o mena-pañosora’oo, rano máñitse nailiñe ty tahina’o, izay ty ikokoa’ o somondrarao azo.
Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 Kozozoto iraho, antao halisa; Nandese’ i mpanjakay mb’añ’efets’ efen’anjomba’e ao. Hañonjoñ’ azo zahay naho hirebeke, honjone’ay ambone’ ty hamañin-divay. An-kahiti’e ty fikokoa’ iareo azo.
Draw me, we will run after thee! — The king hath brought me into his chambers — We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
5 Mainte iraho, naho ginoke, ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, manahake o kiboho’ i Kedareo, hambañe amo lamba’ fañefe’ i Selomoo.
I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
6 Ko mangarek’ ahy ami’ty hamaintelèñeko, ie nisamb’ ahy i àndroy. Niboseha’ o ana-dahin-drenekoo iraho, nampañalahala’ iareo o tanem-baheo, vaho namoeako ka i tanem-bahekoy!
Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Saontsio amako, ry fikokoam-piaiko, Aia ty fiandraza’o, i fampandrea’ o an’tsingilingilieñey? Amy te ino ty hitsikombeako ty mpisaron’ tarehe marine’ o lia-rain-drañe’oo?
Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 Aa naho tsy fohi’o, ry hatsomerentseren’ampelao, le tinoño ty lia’ i lia-raikey vaho andrazo marine’ o kibohom- piarakeo o vik’ose’oo.
If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9 Ry kokoako, Ampanahafeko ami’ty renen-tsoavala amo sarete’ i Paròo,
I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Fanjaka o fifi’oo ty amo hangehangeo, ty vozo’o miravake vatosoa.
Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11 Hitsenea’ay bangem-bolamena nihamineñe volafoty.
We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
12 Ie nandre an-tihi’e eo i mpanjakay, ro nañakara’ i ramekoy i hañi’ey.
While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 Hoe sandrifen-drame mandre añivo’ o nonokoo i kokoakoy.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
14 Fitoborom-boñen-tseva an-tanem-balobo’ i En-Gedy ao i kokoakoy.
My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Akore ty hamozohozo’o, o kokoakoo, Hen! ty hatrenotreno’o; deho o maso’oo.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16 Toe tsomerentseren-drehe kokoakoo, vata’e miehañe; maindoñe ty fandrean-tikañe;
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
17 Mendoraveñe o fahan-trañon-tikañeo, akao o tapena’eo.
The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
