Hiva ʻa Solomone 2
1 Ko au ko e lose ʻo Saloni, ko e lile ʻoe ngaahi teleʻa.
I am a rose of Sharon, A 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.
[[Lov.]] 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.
[[M.]] As the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons. In his shadow I love to sit down, And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Naʻa ne ʻomi au ki he fale keinangaʻanga, pea naʻe fakamalu ʻaki au ʻae fuka ʻae ʻofa.
He hath brought me to his banqueting-house, And his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins,
5 Tokoni au ʻaki ʻae uaine, pea fakafiemālieʻi au ʻaki ʻae ngaahi moli: he ʻoku ou pongia ʻi he ʻofa.
Refresh me with apples! For I am sick 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 embraceth 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.
[[Lov.]] I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, 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.
[[M.]] The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Bounding upon 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.
Like a gazelle is my beloved, Or a young hind. Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He is looking through the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.
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.
My beloved speaketh, and saith to me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!
11 Vakai, kuo hili ʻae faʻahitaʻu momoko, pea kuo ʻosi ʻae ʻuha mo mole atu;
For, lo, the winter is 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 appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And 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 is spicing its green fruit; The vines in blossom give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
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.
O my dove, that art in the recesses of the rock, In the hiding-places of the steep craggy mountain, Let me see thy face, Let me hear thy voice! For sweet is thy voice, And thy face lovely.”
15 Ke maʻu mai ʻae fanga fokisi, ʻae fanga fokisi iiki, ʻaia ʻoku maumauʻi ʻae vaine: he ʻoku kei mui ʻae fua ʻoe vaine.
Take ye for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines; For our vines are now in blossom.
16 ʻOku ʻoʻoku ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, pea ʻoku ou ʻoʻona au: ʻoku kai ʻe ia ʻi he potu ʻoe ngaahi lile.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He 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.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.
