< Waiata a Horomona 5 >

1 Kua tae mai ahau ki taku kari, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa; kua oti taku maira me taku kinaki kakara te kohi, kua kainga e ahau taku honikoma me taku honi; kua inumia e ahau taku waina me taku waiu. E kai, e oku hoa; e inu, ina, kia nui te inu, e taku e aroha nei.
I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
2 I te moe ahau, ko toku ngakau ia i te oho. Ko te reo tenei o taku e aroha nei e patuki ana, e mea ana, Te tatau ki ahau, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa, e taku kukupa, e taku mea pokekore; ki tonu hoki toku mahunga i te tomairangi, oku makawe ano hok i i nga kopata o te po.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 Kua oti toku koti te unu e ahau: me pehea e kakahuria ai ano? Kua oti oku waewae te horoi; kia whakaparua ano koia e ahau?
I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
4 I kuhua mai tona ringa e taku e aroha nei i te kohao o te tatau, a oho ana toku manawa mona.
My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
5 I ara atu ahau ki te uaki i te tatau ki taku i aroha ai; maturuturu ana te maira i oku ringa, te maira waiwai i oku maihao ki nga puritanga o te tutaki.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
6 Uakina ana e ahau ki taku i aroha ai; heoi kua maunu atu taku i aroha ai, a kua riro: toku wairua riro pu i tana kupu: i rapu ahau i a ia; heoi kihai i kitea; i karangatia atu ia e ahau, kihai ano ia i whakahoki kupu mai.
I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
7 I tutaki ki ahau nga kaitiaki e kopikopiko nei i te pa; patua ana ahau e ratou, mamae ana ahau i a ratou; tangohia ana toku hipoki i ahau e nga kaitiaki o nga taiepa.
I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
8 He ki atu tenei naku ki a koutou, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama, Ki te tutaki koutou ki taku e aroha nei, ki atu ki a ia, e mate ana ahau i te aroha.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
9 E te wahine ataahua rawa o nga wahine, he aha te nuinga ake o tau i aroha ai i tetahi atu e arohaina ana? He aha te nuinga ake o tau i aroha ai i tetahi atu e arohaina ana, i pena ai tau ki mai ki a matou?
How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
10 He ma taku i aroha ai, he kiri wherowhero, ko te mea nui rawa o nga mano kotahi tekau.
My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 Ko tona mahunga kei te tino koura, he mea parakore, ko ona makawe he mawhatu, a mangu tonu, ano he raweni.
His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12 Ko ona kanohi kei o nga kukupa i te taha o nga awa wai, he mea horoi ki te waiu, pai rawa te whakanoho.
His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
13 Ko ona paparinga, ano he tupuranga kinaki kakara, ano he rarangi tarutaru reka; ko ona ngutu, me te mea he rengarenga e whakamaturu iho ana i te wai maira.
His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
14 Ko ona ringa, ano he mowhiti koura i whakanohoia he perira ki roto: ko tona tinana, kei te rei pai rawa, he mea whakakikorua ki te hapira.
His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
15 Ko ona waewae, rite tonu ki te pou mapere, he mea whakatu ki nga turanga koura pai rawa; ko tona ahua koia ano kei Repanona, me te hita te tino pai rawa.
His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
16 Ko tona mangai he tino reka: ae ra, he ahuareka katoa ia. Ko taku tenei i aroha ai, ko toku hoa ano tenei, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama.
His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

< Waiata a Horomona 5 >