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.
[[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love! behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy locks are like a flock of goats Which lie down on mount Gilead;
2 Hoe ty rene’añondry hinitsike mitroatse am-panasañe o famotsi’oo, songa aman-drahamba’e, leo raik’ ama’e tsy doñ-anake.
Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one beareth twins, And none is barren 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.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth comely; Thy cheeks are like a divided pomegranate behind thy veil;
4 Manahake ty fitilik’abo’ i Davide ty fititia’o, rinanjy am-bato miriritse, iradoradoa’ ty fikalan-defoñe arivo, songa fikalam-panalolahy.
Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, In which there hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men;
5 Hoe fanaloke tora’e o fatroa’oo, sarake hambañe mihota am-binda ao.
Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles, 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.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh And the hill of frankincense.
7 Solanto’e irehe, ry mami’ ty troko, tsy aman-kila.
Thou art all fair, my love; There is no spot in thee!
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 with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of the lions, 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.
Thou hast taken captive my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast taken captive my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy 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 sweet is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much more precious thy caresses than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes 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.
Thy lips, O my spouse! drop the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments is as the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Goloboñe mihily ty zaiko, enga-vaoko. Loha rano mifahetse, figoangoan-drano mikapeke.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed;
13 Raketa miregorego soa o hataen-golobo’oo, naho voan-katae fanjaka, mañi-dè mitrao-tseva:
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with choicest fruits, Henna and spikenard,
14 Rame miharo ahemañitse, hazomañitse naho somoroñe, naho ze hene hatae marifondrifoñe, mitraoke tsotse naho vahoñe vaho ze atao hafiriañe.
Spikenard and saffron, Sweet cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;
15 Rano migoangoañe an-goloboñe ao irehe, vovon-drano mamy mitsiritsioke boake Libanone añe.
A fountain of the gardens, A well of living water, A stream that floweth from Lebanon!
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.
[[M.]] Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out! May my beloved come to his garden, And eat his pleasant fruits.
