Hiva ʻa Solomone 2
1 Ko au ko e lose ʻo Saloni, ko e lile ʻoe ngaahi teleʻa.
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 ʻO hangē ko e lile ʻi he lotolotonga ʻoe ngaahi ʻakau talatala, ʻoku pehē ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ngaahi ʻofefine.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Pea hangē ko e ʻakau ko e moli ki he ngaahi ʻakau ʻoe vao, ʻoku pehē ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ʻao ʻoe ngaahi foha. Ne u nofo hifo ki lalo ʻi hono malumalu, pea u fiefia lahi, pea naʻe huʻamelie ʻa hono fua ki hoku ngutu.
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 Naʻa ne ʻomi au ki he fale keinangaʻanga, pea naʻe fakamalu ʻaki au ʻae fuka ʻae ʻofa.
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Tokoni au ʻaki ʻae uaine, pea fakafiemālieʻi au ʻaki ʻae ngaahi moli: he ʻoku ou pongia ʻi he ʻofa.
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6 ʻOku ʻi lalo ʻi hoku ʻulu ʻa hono nima toʻohema, pea ʻoku fāʻufua au ʻe hono nima toʻomataʻu.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 ʻE ngaahi ʻofefine ʻo Selūsalema, ʻoku ou fekau kiate kimoutolu, ʻi hoʻomou ʻofa ki he fanga kāseli mo e fanga hainite ʻoe vao, ke ʻoua naʻa mou ueʻi pe fafangu ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, kaeʻoua ke faʻiteliha pe ia.
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 Ko e leʻo ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga! Vakai, ʻoku haʻu ia mo puna ʻi he ngaahi moʻunga, pea hopohopo ʻi he ngaahi potu māʻolunga.
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 ʻOku tatau ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga mo e kāseli pe ko e hainite mui: vakai, ʻoku tuʻu mai ia mei he tuaʻā, ʻoku ne fakasio mai mei he ngaahi matapā, ʻo ne fakahā ia mei he ngaahi kātupa.
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 Naʻe lea mai ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻo ne pehē kiate au, Tuʻu hake ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko ʻeku tokotaha ʻoku hoihoifua, pea ke haʻu.
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 Vakai, kuo hili ʻae faʻahitaʻu momoko, pea kuo ʻosi ʻae ʻuha mo mole atu;
For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12 Kuo tupu hake ʻae ngaahi fisiʻi ʻakau ʻi he funga kelekele, kuo hoko ʻae ngaahi ʻaho ʻoku hiva ai ʻae fanga manupuna, pea ʻoku ongoʻi ʻi hota fonua ʻae leʻo ʻoe kulukulu:
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13 ʻOku kamata tupu ʻi he ʻakau ko e fiki ʻa hono fua, pea ʻoku namu lelei mai ʻae fua mui ʻi he ngaahi vaine. ʻā koe ko hoku ʻofaʻanga, mo ʻeku hoihoifua, ke ke tuʻu hake, pea ke haʻu.
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
14 ʻA koe ko ʻeku lupe, ʻoku nofo ʻi he ngaahi ʻanaʻi maka, mo e ngaahi potu lilolilo ʻoe lilifa, ke ke fakahā mai ho mata kiate au, pea tuku ke u fanongo ki ho leʻo; he ʻoku ke leʻo mālie, pea ʻoku fakaʻofoʻofa ho mata.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 Ke maʻu mai ʻae fanga fokisi, ʻae fanga fokisi iiki, ʻaia ʻoku maumauʻi ʻae vaine: he ʻoku kei mui ʻae fua ʻoe vaine.
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 ʻOku ʻoʻoku ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, pea ʻoku ou ʻoʻona au: ʻoku kai ʻe ia ʻi he potu ʻoe ngaahi lile.
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 Tafoki mai ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, kaeʻoua ke maʻa hake ʻae ʻaho, pea mole atu ʻae fakapoʻuli, pea ke tatau koe mo e kāseli pe ko e hainite mui ʻi he ngaahi moʻunga ʻo Peta.
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
