Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 2
1 Somontsoin-tSaròne iraho, vare-mañim-bavatàne.
I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.—
2 Manahake o mañidè am-po’ fatikeo i kokoakoy amo somondrarao.
Like the lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the young 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 the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so is my friend among the young men: under his shadow do I ardently wish to sit, and his fruit is sweet to my palate.
4 Nasese’e mb’añ’anjomban- tsabadidake mb’eo raho le nampialofe’e ambanen’ alokalom-pikokoa’e ao.
He brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Fahano zizimo iraho, ampanintsiño an-takoko, fa nampitoiram-pikokoan-draho.
Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
6 Iondanan-dohako ty fità’e havia, mamelek’ ahy ty fitàn-kavana’e.
Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might embrace 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!
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please [to come of itself].—
8 Inao i kokoakoy! Heheke, mb’ etoan-dre, mitsamboatsamboañe amo vohitseo, mbore vokone’e o tambohoo.
The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping 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 friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.
10 Tinoi’ i kokoakoy iraho ami’ty hoe: Miongaha ry kokoako, i hatsomerentserekoy, antao:
My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
11 fa nihak’ añe i asotriy, fa tampetse i orañey, le añe.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.
12 Misodeha an-tane ey o voñeo, le fa totsake ty sam-pañetefañe, vaho fa mivolañe an-tanen-tika atoy i lovey.
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of the [birds'] singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove 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 perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a [pleasant] smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
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, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely.—
15 Tsepaho ho antika o fanalokeo, o fanaloke bory mampianto tanem-baheo, fa mamòñe i tanem-bahen-tikañey.
Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.
16 Ahiko i kokoakoy, aze ka iraho: ie mampiandrazeñe amo vindao.
My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth 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.
Until the day become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.
