Waiata a Horomona 1
1 Ko te waiata o nga waiata, ko ta Horomona.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Kia kihia ahau e ia ki nga kihi a tona mangai: he pai atu hoki tou aroha i te waina.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better 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.
Because of the savour of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
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.
Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
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.
I am black, but comely, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as 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.
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but 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, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your 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.
If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9 Kua whakaritea koe e ahau, e taku e aroha nei, ki tetahi o nga hoiho o nga hariata a Parao.
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 He ataahua ou paparinga i nga whiri o nga makawe, tou kaki i nga tautau o nga mea whakapaipai.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 Ka hanga e matou etahi mekameka koura mou, he mea tia ki te hiriwa.
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 I te kingi e noho ana i tona tepu, ka puta te kakara o toku nara.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 Ko te rite ki ahau o taku e aroha nei kei te paihere maira, e takoto nei i waenganui i oku u.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 He tautau hena ki ahau taku e aroha nei, i nga mara waina o Enekeri.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku e aroha nei; nana, he purotu koe; ko ou kanohi kei te kukupa.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
16 Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku kaingakau, ae ra, he ahuareka: matomato tonu ano hoki to taua moenga.
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 He hita nga kurupae o to taua whare, he kauri nga heke.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
