Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 8
1 Ho ni-soa naho ni-rahalahiko irehe, i ninono am-patroan-drenekoy! Ie amy zay, naho nitendrek’ ama’o alafe’e ao iraho vaho nañorok’ azo, le tsy ho nifosae’ ondatio.
Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
2 Ho nikozozoteko mb’añ’ anjomban- dreneko mb’eo, mb’amy nañoke ahikoy. ho nampinomeko divay mandrove, naho ty ron-draketako.
I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
3 Iondana’ ty lohako ty fità’e havia, vaho mañohoñ’ ahy ty fità’e havana.
His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
4 Afantoko ama’ areo, ry anak’ ampela’ Ierosalaimeo; ko mampitsekake fikokoañe am-para’ te irie’e.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
5 Ia o mionjomb’etoy misazok’ amy fikokoa’eio? Nampivañoneko ambane’ i takokoy irehe; amy nampitsongoa’o i rene’o; teo ty nitsongoa’ i nahatoly azoy.
Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
6 Apetaho hoe voli-fitomboke añ’arofo’o ao iraho, hoe alama am-pità’o eo; fa mira ami’ty haozaran-kavilasy ty fikokoañe, manahake ty hagàñe i tsikeokeokey ty famarahiañe; misolebotse o lel’afo’eo, toe lel’afo milebaleba. (Sheol h7585)
Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. (Sheol h7585)
7 Rano tsifotofoto tsy mahasaoke ty fikokoañe; naho tsy mahaopo aze ty fisorotombahañe; ie hatolo’ t’indaty ze hene vara añ’anjomba’e ao hahazoa’e fikokoañe, le ho vata’e onjirañe.
Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
8 Manan-jay ampela zahay f’ie mbe tomoe-nono, hanoe’ay akore i zai’aiy amy andro fifofoañe azey?
We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
9 Naho kijoly re le handranjia’ay fitilik’abo volafoty; ie lalambey, le harikatoha’ay varamba-mendoraveñe.
If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
10 Kijoly iraho, hoe fitilik’abo o nonokoo; hoe t’ie minday fañanintsiñe am-pihaino.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
11 Nanan-tondam-bahe e Baale-Kamone ao t’i Selomò; nafondro’e ama’ ondaty. Songa mañondroke volafoty arivo ama’e ty amo voka’eo.
Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
12 Aoloko eo i tanem-bahekoy, azo ry Selomò i arivoy, roan-jato ty a o mpañalahala i voka’eio.
My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
13 O ry mpimoneñe an-goloboñe ao, te hijanjiñe ty fiarañanaña’o o mpiamakoo, ehe ampitsanoño ahy!
You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
14 Mipitsiha ry kokoakoo, manahake o fanalokeo naho o farasy ambone vohitse iregoregoan-kafirio.
Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
