Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 3
1 Ie haleñe an-tihiko atoy, nipaiako i kokoam’ piaikoy, nisalala aze iraho fa tsy tendreke;
On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
2 Hitroatse henaneo hikariokariok’ an-drova ao, amo lala’eo naho an-kiririsa’e eo; ho tsoeheko i kokoan’ aikoy. Pinaiko fa tsy nitrea.
I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and squares. I will seek the one I love. So I sought him but did not find him.
3 Nizoe’ o mpañambeñeo iraho, ie nañariofa’ iereo fisamba i rovay. Nioni’ areo hao i kokoam-piaikoy?
I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”
4 Ie vaho nihelañako, le nitendrek’ amy kokoam-piaikoy; nivihineko le tsy navotsoko ampara’ t’ie naseseko mb’añ’anjomban-dreneko mb’eo, mb’añ’efe’ i nampiareñ’ ahikoy.
I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
5 Afantoko ama’ areo ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, ty amo farasio ndra o fanaloke an-kivokeo: ko tsekafe’ areo ndra barakakaofe’ areo o fikokoañeo ampara’ 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.
6 Iam-bao o mionjo’ mb’etoa hirik’am-patrambeio, hoe hatoeñe mihorondemboke, nembohe’ ty tsotse naho mañidè vaho ze hene hamañim-bom-pibalibalike?
Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from all the spices of the merchant?
7 Hehe t’ie i horantsa’ i Selomoy, iaoloa’ ty fanalolahy enem-polo amo lahitsiai’ Israeleo.
Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel.
8 Songa mpitam-pibara, vañoñ’añ’aly, fonga ama-mesolava am-pe’e eo ty amo fangebahebahan-kàleñeo.
All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.
9 Nitsenè’ i Selomò ho aze ty horantsa’e an-katae’ i Libanone.
King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.
10 Nanoe’e volafoty o anakore’eo, volamena i voho’ey, malo-mavo i fiambesa’ey, fikokoañe ty nihamina’ o anak’ ampela’ Ierosalaimeo ty añ’ate’e ao.
He has made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric. Its interior is inlaid with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Mionjona, ry anak’ ampela’ i Tsioneo, sambao i Selomò mpanjaka misabaka i nampisabakaen-drene’e amy androm-pañengam-bali’eiy, amy andro nahafale i arofo’eiy.
Come out, O daughters of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother bestowed on the day of his wedding— the day of his heart’s rejoicing.
