Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 5
1 Fa nimoak’ amy golobokoy iraho, ry zaiko, enga-vaoko; fa natontoko ty rameko naho o mañi-dèkoo; fa nihaneko ty papi-tanteleko naho ty tanteleko; fa ninomeko ty divaiko naho ty rononoko. Mikamà, ry rañetseo, naho minoma; minoma am-pidadañe, ry mpikokoo.
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends. Drink, yea. Drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 Niroro iraho fe nañente ty troko. Inay! Mañonkòñe i kokoakoy: Sokafo iraho ry zaiko, mami’ty fiaiko, ty dehoko, ginoke tsy aman-kila. Kotsa’ ty zono ty lohako, ty voloko ami’ty hamandoa’ i haleñey.
I was asleep, but my heart awoke. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled. For my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.
3 Fa nafahako ty saroko— mbe haombeko hao? Fa sinasako o tombokoo— mbe ho lotoeko hao?
I have put off my garment, how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 Nazili’ i kokoakoy ami’ty hiri’ i sikadañey ty fità’e; vaho nampiponaponake o añ’ovako ao.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
5 Niongake iraho hanokàfako i kokoakoy, nitsopatsopake rame o tañakoo, rame mitsiritsioke o rambo-tañakoo, amo fitanañ’ i sikadañeio.
I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands drops with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 Nisokafeko i kokoakoy, fe nitolik’ ane i kokoakoy, fa nienga; toe nilesa ty troko amy saontsi’ey; pinaiko fe tsy nahatrea, kinoiko fe tsy nanoiñe.
I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Nitendrek’ ahy o mpigaritseo, ie nañariofe’ iereo i rovay; linafa’ iereo, vinonotrobo’ iereo; tinava’ o mpigari-kijolio i sarokoy!
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They smote me, they wounded me. The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
8 Ry anak’ ampela’ Ierosalaimeo, ifantako, naho isa’ areo i kokoakoy, ino ty hisaontsia’ areo? Izaho toiram-pikokoañe.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him that I am sick from love.
9 Mpikoko manao akore i mpikoko azoy, ry hatrenotrenon’ ampelao? Mpikoko manao akore i mpikoko azoy, ie namantok’ anay.
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou do so adjure us?
10 Miloeloe i kokoakoy mbore volovoloeñe, miambak’ ami’ty alen-dahy.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
11 Volamena hiringiri’e ty añambone’e; mitaporetaporetse o maroi’eo, hamaintem-bolon-drelove.
His head is the most fine gold. His locks are bushy, black as a raven.
12 Hoe deho añ’olon-torahañe eo o fihaino’eo, sinasa an-dronono, soa fimoneñe am-pitoboha’eo.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, washed with milk, fitly set.
13 Hoe tihin-ahemañitse, kijolin-kamañirañe, o fiambina’eo; vinda mitsopake rame o soñi’eo.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, banks of sweet herbs. His lips are lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Bodam-bolamena o fità’eo, ibangoan’ tarsise, hoe te nifen-drimo nivàñeñe, niravahañe safira ty fañòva’e.
His hands are rings of gold set with beryl. His body is ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15 Bodan-tsinihara nandreketam-bolamena ki’e o fandia’eo. Manahak’ i Libanone ty vinta’e, ami’ ty hasoa’ o mendorave’eo.
His legs are pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold. His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Loho mamy ty falie’e; vata’e mahasinda; ie i kokoakoy naho i rañekoy, ry anak’ampela’ Ierosalaimeo.
His mouth is most sweet. Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
