Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 6
1 Nimb’aia i kokoa’oy, ry maintelèn’ampelao? Nitsile mb’aia i kokoa’oy, hindreza’ay fipay?
'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, 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 is gone down into 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, that feedeth among the lilies.'
4 Hamotsontane irehe, kokoako, manahak’ i Tirzà, naho ty hasoa’ Ierosalaime, amam-bolonahetse hoe lahialen-defoñe mañonjom-borovoro.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible 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 trail down 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 flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
7 Hoe vakim-boan-draketamena ty fitendrean’ aoli’o an-kalo’ o marerarera’oo.
Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
8 Mete ho enempolo ty valim-panjaka, naho valompolo o sakeza’eo vaho somondrara tsy fotofoto;
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens 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 that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; 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 that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible 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 look at 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 upon 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. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.
