Waiata a Horomona 1
1 Ko te waiata o nga waiata, ko ta Horomona.
The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 Kia kihia ahau e ia ki nga kihi a tona mangai: he pai atu hoki tou aroha i te waina.
[SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
3 He kakara pai to ou hinu; ko tou ingoa ano he hinu kua oti te riringi; na reira i aroha ai nga wahine ki a koe.
Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
4 Kumea ahau; ka rere atu matou, ka whai i a koe: kua oti ahau te kawe e te kingi ki ona ruma: ka koa matou, ka hari ki a koe; engari tou aroha i te waina hei maharatanga atu ma matou: e tika ana to ratou aroha ki a koe.
[SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5 He mangu ahau, otiia he ataahua ano, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama, rite tonu ano ki nga teneti o Kerara, ki nga kakahu tauarai o Horomona.
[SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Kaua e titiro mai ki ahau, no te mea he parauri ahau, no te mea kua tahuna ahau e te ra. I riri nga tama a toku whaea ki ahau, meinga ana ahau e ratou hei kaitiaki mo nga mara waina; ko taku mara ia, ko taku ake, kihai i tiakina e ahau.
[SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …
7 Whakaaturia mai ki ahau, e ta toku wairua e aroha nei, ko hea koe whangai ai, ko hea koe mea ai i tau kahui kia takoto i te poutumarotanga; kia rite ahau hei aha ki te mahunga taupoki i te taha o nga kahui a ou hoa?
Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
8 Ki te kore koe e mohio, e te mea ataahua rawa o nga wahine, haere atu i runga i nga takahanga o nga hipi, ka whangai i au kuao koati i te taha o nga nohoanga o nga hepara.
[HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
9 Kua whakaritea koe e ahau, e taku e aroha nei, ki tetahi o nga hoiho o nga hariata a Parao.
To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
10 He ataahua ou paparinga i nga whiri o nga makawe, tou kaki i nga tautau o nga mea whakapaipai.
Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
11 Ka hanga e matou etahi mekameka koura mou, he mea tia ki te hiriwa.
[THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
12 I te kingi e noho ana i tona tepu, ka puta te kakara o toku nara.
[SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
13 Ko te rite ki ahau o taku e aroha nei kei te paihere maira, e takoto nei i waenganui i oku u.
A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
14 He tautau hena ki ahau taku e aroha nei, i nga mara waina o Enekeri.
A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku e aroha nei; nana, he purotu koe; ko ou kanohi kei te kukupa.
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
16 Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku kaingakau, ae ra, he ahuareka: matomato tonu ano hoki to taua moenga.
[SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
17 He hita nga kurupae o to taua whare, he kauri nga heke.
The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
