Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 2
1 Somontsoin-tSaròne iraho, vare-mañim-bavatàne.
As a lily among the thorns,
2 Manahake o mañidè am-po’ fatikeo i kokoakoy amo somondrarao.
So [is] my friend 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 a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, 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 hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
5 Fahano zizimo iraho, ampanintsiño an-takoko, fa nampitoiram-pikokoan-draho.
Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick 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 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
8 Inao i kokoakoy! Heheke, mb’ etoan-dre, mitsamboatsamboañe amo vohitseo, mbore vokone’e o tambohoo.
The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 Tinoi’ i kokoakoy iraho ami’ty hoe: Miongaha ry kokoako, i hatsomerentserekoy, antao:
My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11 fa nihak’ añe i asotriy, fa tampetse i orañey, le añe.
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath 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 earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, 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.
My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15 Tsepaho ho antika o fanalokeo, o fanaloke bory mampianto tanem-baheo, fa mamòñe i tanem-bahen-tikañey.
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 Ahiko i kokoakoy, aze ka iraho: ie mampiandrazeñe amo vindao.
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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.
Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
