Waiata a Horomona 4
1 Nana, he ataahua koe, e toku hoa; nana, he ataahua koe; no nga kukupa ou kanohi i muri i tou arai: ko ou makawe, koia ano kei te kahui koati e takoto haere ana i te taha o Maunga Kireara.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.
2 Ko ou niho, ano he kahui hipi uha katahi tonu ka oti te kutikuti, i haere mai i te horoi; rite katoa ratou i te mahanga, kahore hoki he mea pakoro i roto i a ratou.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
3 Ko ou ngutu, ano he aho ngangana, ahuareka ana tou mangai: rite tonu ki tetahi wahi o te pamekaranete ou rahirahinga i muri i tou arai.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
4 Rite tonu tou kaki ki te pourewa o Rawiri, he mea i hanga hei iringa mo nga patu, kei reira nei nga whakangungu rakau kotahi mano e iri ana, ko nga whakapuru tao katoa a te hunga marohirohi.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.
5 Ko ou u e rua rite tonu ki nga kuao e rua, he mahanga na nga anaterope, e kai ana i waenga i nga rengarenga.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
6 I te mea kiano i matao noa te ra, a kiano i rere noa nga atarangi, ka haere ahau ki te maunga maira, ki te pukepuke parakihe.
Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 He ataahua katoa koe, e toku hoa; kahore hoki ou koha.
Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
8 Taua ka haere atu i Repanona, e toku hoa, taua atu i Repanona: matakitaki ai i te tihi o Amana, i te tihi o Heniri raua ko Heremona, i te nohoanga o nga raiona, i nga maunga o nga reparo.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Riro pu toku ngakau i a koe, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa: riro pu toku ngakau i tetahi o ou kanohi, i tetahi o nga mekameka whakapaipai o tou kaki.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.
10 Ano te ataahua o tou aroha, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa! Ano te pai o tou aroha! nui atu i te waina: ko te kakara hoki o ou hinu, nui atu i nga kinaki kakara katoa.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
11 He honi kei ou ngutu, e toku hoa, e maturuturu ana; he honi, he waiu kei raro i tou arero: ko te kakara hoki o ou kakahu, koia ano kei te kakara o Repanona!
Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey — honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 He kari kua oti te tutaki toku tuahine, toku hoa; he manawa whenua kua oti te papuni, he puna kua oti te hiri.
A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Ko nga mea e wana ana i a koe he kari pamekaranete, he pai whakarere nga hua; he hena, he rakau nara,
Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,
14 He nara, he hapirone, he karamu, he hinamona, me nga rakau parakihe katoa; he maira, he aroe, me nga mea nui katoa o nga kinaki kakara.
Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 He puna koe no nga kari, he poka wai ora, he awa toto mai hoki no Repanona.
Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 E ara, e te hauraro; haere mai hoki, e te tonga: pupuhi mai ki taku kari, kia rere ai nga kinaki kakara ki waho. Tukua taku e aroha nei kia haere mai ki tana kari, ki te kai i ana hua pai.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
