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.
Oh that he might kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for thy caresses are more pleasant 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.
To the smell are thy fragrant oils pleasant, [like] precious oil poured forth is thy name [famous afar]: therefore do maidens 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.
Oh draw me, after thee will we run: the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee; we will recall thy caresses, more [pleasant] than wine; without deceit [all] 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.
Black am I, yet comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, 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.
Look not so at me, because I am somewhat black, because the sun hath looked fiercely at me: my mother's children were angry with me; they appointed me to be keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard, which is my own, 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 thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest? where lettest thou thy flock rest at noon? for why should I appear like a veiled mourner 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.
If thou knowest this not, O thou fairest of women, go but forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids around the shepherds' dwellings.—
9 Kua whakaritea koe e ahau, e taku e aroha nei, ki tetahi o nga hoiho o nga hariata a Parao.
Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.
10 He ataahua ou paparinga i nga whiri o nga makawe, tou kaki i nga tautau o nga mea whakapaipai.
Comely are thy cheeks between strings [of pearls], thy neck with rows [of jewels].
11 Ka hanga e matou etahi mekameka koura mou, he mea tia ki te hiriwa.
Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—
12 I te kingi e noho ana i tona tepu, ka puta te kakara o toku nara.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its [pleasant] smell.
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 friend unto me, that resteth on my bosom.
14 He tautau hena ki ahau taku e aroha nei, i nga mara waina o Enekeri.
A copher-cluster is my friend unto 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.
Lo, thou art beautiful, my beloved: lo, thou art beautiful: thy eyes are those of a dove.—
16 Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku kaingakau, ae ra, he ahuareka: matomato tonu ano hoki to taua moenga.
Lo, thou art beautiful, my friend, also pleasant: also our couch is [made in the] green [wood].
17 He hita nga kurupae o to taua whare, he kauri nga heke.
The beams of our houses are cedars and our wainscoting of cypress-trees.
