Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 4
1 Akore ty hahomozohozo’o, ry kokoakoo, toe tsomerentsereñe; deho am-boho’ o marerarera’oo o fihaino’oo; hoe lia-rain-ose mivovotse am-pizotsoa’ i Gilade o maròi’oo.
Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves, beside your veil: your hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
2 Hoe ty rene’añondry hinitsike mitroatse am-panasañe o famotsi’oo, songa aman-drahamba’e, leo raik’ ama’e tsy doñ-anake.
Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.
3 Hoe fole-mena o fivimbi’oo vaho fanjaka o falie’oo. Hoe vakim-boan-draketamena roe o fitendrean’ aoli’oo an-kalo o marerarera’oo.
Your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.
4 Manahake ty fitilik’abo’ i Davide ty fititia’o, rinanjy am-bato miriritse, iradoradoa’ ty fikalan-defoñe arivo, songa fikalam-panalolahy.
Your neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armory: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
5 Hoe fanaloke tora’e o fatroa’oo, sarake hambañe mihota am-binda ao.
Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.
6 Ampara’ ty fanintsiñañ’ andro, an-kalavaen-talinjo, homb’am-bohin-tsotse mb’eo iraho, mb’an-kaboan-drame mb’eo.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Solanto’e irehe, ry mami’ ty troko, tsy aman-kila.
You are all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.
8 Mindreza lia amako boake Libanone añe ry enga-vaoko, ehe itraofo hirike Libanone añe; mizotsoa boak’an-dengo’ i Amane ey, boak’an-kaboa’ i Senire, an-digiligi’ i Kermone eñe, boak’amo fipaliram-parasio, o vohim-panalokeo.
Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: you shall come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Fa tinava’o ty troko, ry rahavaveko, enga-vaoko; kinizo’o an-driom-paom-pihaino’o, ami’ty bange’o raik’ am-pititia’o eo.
My sister, [my] spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 Fanjaka ty fikokoa’o, rahavaveko, enga-vaoko! loho soa te amo divaio ty fikokoa’o, naho ty harifondrifon-drano mañi’o te amy ze atao emboke!
How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, and the smell of your garments than all spices!
11 Mitsopatsopake ty hamamim-papy tantele o fivimbi’oo, ry enga-vaokoo, habobo naho tantele ty ambane’ famele’o ao. Manahake ty harifondrifo’ i Libanone ty hamañin-tsaro’o.
Your lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is as the smell of Libanus.
12 Goloboñe mihily ty zaiko, enga-vaoko. Loha rano mifahetse, figoangoan-drano mikapeke.
My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
13 Raketa miregorego soa o hataen-golobo’oo, naho voan-katae fanjaka, mañi-dè mitrao-tseva:
Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
14 Rame miharo ahemañitse, hazomañitse naho somoroñe, naho ze hene hatae marifondrifoñe, mitraoke tsotse naho vahoñe vaho ze atao hafiriañe.
spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
15 Rano migoangoañe an-goloboñe ao irehe, vovon-drano mamy mitsiritsioke boake Libanone añe.
a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
16 Mitsekafa ry avaratse, mb’etoy ry atimo! Tiofo i golobokoy, hampiboeleañe o hamañi’eo. Ee te hizilik’ an-golobo’e ao i kokoakoy hitsopeke o voa’e mafirio.
Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
