Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 2
1 Somontsoin-tSaròne iraho, vare-mañim-bavatàne.
I AM a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Manahake o mañidè am-po’ fatikeo i kokoakoy amo somondrarao.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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.
Stay ye me with raisins, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6 Iondanan-dohako ty fità’e havia, mamelek’ ahy ty fitàn-kavana’e.
His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth 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 stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.
8 Inao i kokoakoy! Heheke, mb’ etoan-dre, mitsamboatsamboañe amo vohitseo, mbore vokone’e o tambohoo.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon 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 roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in at the windows, he sheweth himself through the lattice.
10 Tinoi’ i kokoakoy iraho ami’ty hoe: Miongaha ry kokoako, i hatsomerentserekoy, antao:
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 fa nihak’ añe i asotriy, fa tampetse i orañey, le añe.
For, lo, 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 appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle 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 ripeneth her green figs, and the vines are in blossom, they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice: for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Tsepaho ho antika o fanalokeo, o fanaloke bory mampianto tanem-baheo, fa mamòñe i tanem-bahen-tikañey.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
16 Ahiko i kokoakoy, aze ka iraho: ie mampiandrazeñe amo vindao.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth [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.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
