Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 7
1 Fanjaka o fandia’o mihànao, ry anak’ ampelan-droandria! hoe hange nitoloñem-pitàm-pitsene mahimbañe ty hahomozohozom-pe’o.
How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
2 Fitovy bontoly ty foe’o, ie le lia’e tsy po-divay milaro; fitoboron’ ampemba iarikatoham-binda o araña’oo.
Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Fanaloke tora’e o fatroa’oo, ana-kambam-panalon-drene’e.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.
4 Hoe fitilik’abo aman-tsifan-drimo ty fititia’o. O antara’ i Kesbone marine’ i lalam-bei’ i Bate-Rabimeio o fihaino’oo. I fitilik’abo’ i Libanoney mitolike mbe Damesèke ty fiantsona’o.
Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Misabaka azo manahake i vohi-Karmeley ty añambone’o, le mahasinda i mpanjakay o firandra’eo.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.
6 Akore ty hatsomerentsere’o naho ty hatrenotreno’o ry kokoako, toe mahafale!
How fair and how pleasant thou are, O love, for delights!
7 Mitroatse hoe voanio ty sandri’o, le mitoboro hoe o voa’eo o fatroa’oo.
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.
8 Aa hoe iraho: Hanganiheko i voanioy, naho ho rambeseko o voa’eo; fa hanahake ty voam-bahe o fatroa’oo, naho minday ty harifondrifom-boasare ty sehaseha’o,
I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,
9 Hoe divay fanjaka ty lañilañi’o; malama ty fisorogoda’e ho a i kokoakoy, hoe mitsiritsioke mora am-pivimbim-pirotse.
and thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.
10 A i kokoakoy raho naho amako ty fañiria’e.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Antao, kokoako, homb’ an-kaloke mb’eo, hialeñe amo kialoo.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Antao hañaleñaleñe mb’an-tanem-bahe mb’eo handrèndreke ty fibotibotia’ o vaheo, ke te miborake o voñe’eo, hera mamolera o raketao; ao ty hanjotsoako ama’o ty hateako, ry kokoako.
Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.
13 Mañakatse ty hañi’e o vahenamaloo, hene raha mafiry ty an-tsariran-tikañe eo, ty vao naho ty haehae, songa nahajako ho azo, ry kokoako.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
