Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 2
1 Somontsoin-tSaròne iraho, vare-mañim-bavatàne.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
2 Manahake o mañidè am-po’ fatikeo i kokoakoy amo somondrarao.
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
3 Manahake ty takoko amo hatae añ’alao ty kokoako amo ajalahio. Tsy nahay avao iraho te nitoboke an-talinjo’e eo, nimamy an-pitsopehañ’aze o voa’eo.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Nasese’e mb’añ’anjomban- tsabadidake mb’eo raho le nampialofe’e ambanen’ alokalom-pikokoa’e ao.
He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
5 Fahano zizimo iraho, ampanintsiño an-takoko, fa nampitoiram-pikokoan-draho.
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 Iondanan-dohako ty fità’e havia, mamelek’ ahy ty fitàn-kavana’e.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7 Afantoko ama’ areo ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, ty amo farasio naho o tsakan-kivokeo; ko tsekafe’ areo ndra ampibarakaohe’ areo o fikokoañeo am-para’ te irie’e!
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
8 Inao i kokoakoy! Heheke, mb’ etoan-dre, mitsamboatsamboañe amo vohitseo, mbore vokone’e o tambohoo.
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 Manahake o farasio ndra ty fanaloke tora’e i kokoakoy; hehe t’ie mijohañe an-kalo’ o kijolin-tikañeo, mitangirik’ amo lalan-kedeo, mitilihitse amo tsingarakarakeo.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 Tinoi’ i kokoakoy iraho ami’ty hoe: Miongaha ry kokoako, i hatsomerentserekoy, antao:
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
11 fa nihak’ añe i asotriy, fa tampetse i orañey, le añe.
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12 Misodeha an-tane ey o voñeo, le fa totsake ty sam-pañetefañe, vaho fa mivolañe an-tanen-tika atoy i lovey.
The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
13 Fa somaraveñe o voa’ i sakoañeio, naho mibotiboty iaby o vaheo, vaho mampiboele o harifondrifo’eo; miavota ry kokoako, ry tsaratseake, misitaha mb’etoa.
The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
14 O dehoko, an-tseram-batoo: an-tsifitsifi’ o tevañeo, ee te ho treako ty tarehe’o, lonike te hitsanoñe ty feo’o, ry talango am-peo naho soa vintañeo.
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
15 Tsepaho ho antika o fanalokeo, o fanaloke bory mampianto tanem-baheo, fa mamòñe i tanem-bahen-tikañey.
Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
16 Ahiko i kokoakoy, aze ka iraho: ie mampiandrazeñe amo vindao.
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 Ampara’ te mitiotioke i àndroy vaho misomarike o talinjoo, ry kokoako, mitoliha, tsikombeo i farasiy ndra i fanaloke tora’e an-tevam-bohitsey.
Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
