Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 3
1 Ie haleñe an-tihiko atoy, nipaiako i kokoam’ piaikoy, nisalala aze iraho fa tsy tendreke;
By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I 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 get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
3 Nizoe’ o mpañambeñeo iraho, ie nañariofa’ iereo fisamba i rovay. Nioni’ areo hao i kokoam-piaikoy?
The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
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 scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the chamber of her 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.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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 who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
7 Hehe t’ie i horantsa’ i Selomoy, iaoloa’ ty fanalolahy enem-polo amo lahitsiai’ Israeleo.
Look, it is Solomon's carriage. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.
8 Songa mpitam-pibara, vañoñ’añ’aly, fonga ama-mesolava am-pe’e eo ty amo fangebahebahan-kàleñeo.
They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night.
9 Nitsenè’ i Selomò ho aze ty horantsa’e an-katae’ i Libanone.
King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood 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 made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from 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.
Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.
