Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 6
1 Nimb’aia i kokoa’oy, ry maintelèn’ampelao? Nitsile mb’aia i kokoa’oy, hindreza’ay fipay?
O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke 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 welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 A i kokoakoy iraho, vaho ahiko re, ie miarak’ am-baremañitse ao.
I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
4 Hamotsontane irehe, kokoako, manahak’ i Tirzà, naho ty hasoa’ Ierosalaime, amam-bolonahetse hoe lahialen-defoñe mañonjom-borovoro.
Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
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.
Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from 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 flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
7 Hoe vakim-boan-draketamena ty fitendrean’ aoli’o an-kalo’ o marerarera’oo.
Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
8 Mete ho enempolo ty valim-panjaka, naho valompolo o sakeza’eo vaho somondrara tsy fotofoto;
There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
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.
But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue 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 shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie 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 downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
12 Niambovo amako te navotra’ ty troko an-tsarete ao, hehe te añ’ilako eo ty roandria.
I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble 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?
Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
