Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 6
1 Nimb’aia i kokoa’oy, ry maintelèn’ampelao? Nitsile mb’aia i kokoa’oy, hindreza’ay fipay?
Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?
2 Nizotso mb’an-golobo’e mb’eo i kokoakoy, mb’am-pilafiham-pahafiriañe mb’eo, hiarake an-golobo’e ao, naho hanontoñe o voñem-bindao.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 A i kokoakoy iraho, vaho ahiko re, ie miarak’ am-baremañitse ao.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.
4 Hamotsontane irehe, kokoako, manahak’ i Tirzà, naho ty hasoa’ Ierosalaime, amam-bolonahetse hoe lahialen-defoñe mañonjom-borovoro.
Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.
5 Atoliho mb’eo hoekeo o maso’oo, fa mampivalitaboak’ ahy; manahake ty lia-rain’ose mikararake mañambane i Gilade mb’eo o volo’oo.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of Gilead.
6 Lia-rain’ añondri-vave mionjoñe boak’ ampanasañe ao o nife’oo, songa reke-pihambañe, ndra raike tsy jeña.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.
7 Hoe vakim-boan-draketamena ty fitendrean’ aoli’o an-kalo’ o marerarera’oo.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
8 Mete ho enempolo ty valim-panjaka, naho valompolo o sakeza’eo vaho somondrara tsy fotofoto;
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9 fa ihe ry dehoko, ry homozohozo’e, tsy amañ’ohatse, bako tokan-drene’e, mitoratsik’ amy nisamak’ azey. Ie nizoe’ o somondrarao le natao’ iareo soa-tata, nandrenge aze ka o valim-panjakao naho o sakezao.
My dove, my undefiled, is but one. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Ia o miboake hoe t’ie andro manjirikeo? motsotsore hoe i volan-dorisay, mikotritriake hoe i àndroy, mahalatsa hoe valobohòke mirañoraño an-kobaiñe?
Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?
11 Nizotso mb’añ’ala-vondron-tsakoa mb’eo raho hisary o fitirim-bao am-bavataneo, hañenteako ke mibotiboty o vaheo, he mamòñe o raketao.
I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Niambovo amako te navotra’ ty troko an-tsarete ao, hehe te añ’ilako eo ty roandria.
Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of my princely people.
13 Mibaliha, mibaliha, ry nte-Solàme; mimpolia, mimpolia, hisamba’ay azo. Inom-bao ty angarefa’ areo i nte-Solamey hoe te itsinjaha’e i Mahanaime?
Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?
