Hiva ʻa Solomone 5
1 ʻE hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi, kuo u haʻu ki heʻeku ngoue: kuo u tānaki ʻa ʻeku mula, mo ʻeku kakala; kuo u kai ʻa ʻeku hone pea mo hono ngeʻesi; kuo u inu ʻi heʻeku uaine mo ʻeku huʻahuhu: ʻE hoku kāinga, ke tau kai, pea inu, ʻio, ke inu lahi ʻakimoutolu ʻoku ou ʻofa ai.
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 ʻOku ou mohe, ka ʻoku ʻā hoku loto: ko e leʻo ia ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻoku ne tukituki, ʻo ne pehē, “ʻE hoku tuofefine, mo hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko ʻeku lupe, ko ʻeku haohaoa, toʻo kiate au: he kuo pito hoku ʻulu ʻi he hahau, mo hoku louʻulu ʻi he viviku ʻoe poʻuli.
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 Kuo u toʻo hoku kofutuʻa; pea ʻe fēfē haʻaku toe ʻai ia? Kuo u fufulu hoku vaʻe, pea ʻe fēfē haʻaku toe ʻuliʻi ia?
I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
4 Naʻe ʻai mai ʻae nima ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻi he kātupa, pea naʻe ngaue hoku loto kiate ia.
My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
5 Ne u tuʻu hake ke toʻo ki hoku ʻofaʻanga; pea naʻe toʻi mei hoku nima ʻae mula, pea mei hoku louhiʻi nima ʻae mula namu lelei, pea tafe hifo ia ki he toʻoʻanga matapā.
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 Naʻaku toʻo ki hoku ʻofaʻanga; ka kuo tafoki atu ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻo ne ʻalu: naʻe vaivai ʻa hoku loto ʻi heʻene lea mai: ne u kumi kiate ia, ka naʻe ʻikai te u maʻu ia; ne u ui ki ai, ka naʻe ʻikai te ne tali au.
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 Pea naʻe ʻiloʻi au ʻe he kau leʻo naʻe feʻaluʻaki ʻi he kolo, ʻonau taaʻi au, pea u lavea ai; pea naʻe toʻo ʻa hoku pūlou ʻe he kau leʻohi ʻoe ʻā.
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 ʻE ngaahi ʻofefine ʻo Selūsalema, ʻoku ou fekau kiate kimoutolu, ʻoka mou ka ʻilo ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ke mou tala ki ai ʻoku ou pongia ʻi he ʻofa.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
9 Ko e hā hono lelei hake ʻo ho ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ʻofaʻanga ʻo ha taha kehe, ʻa koe ʻoku fungani hoihoifua ʻi he kakai fefine? ko e hā hono lelei hake ʻo ho ʻofaʻanga ʻi he ʻofaʻanga ʻo ha taha kehe, koeʻuhi kuo ke fekau pehē ai kiate kimautolu.
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 ʻOku hinehina mo nganongano ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga, ko e fungani toulekeleka ia ʻi ha toko mano.
My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 ʻOku tatau mo e fungani koula lelei ʻa hono ʻulu, ʻoku fafatu hono louʻulu, pea ʻuliʻuli ʻo hangē ko e leveni.
His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12 ʻOku lelei ʻae ʻaiʻanga ʻo hono kanoʻi mata, pea ʻoku hangē ko e mata ʻoe lupe ʻi he veʻe vaitafe kuo fufulu ʻaki ʻae huʻahuhu.
His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
13 ʻOku tatau hono kouʻahe mo e tokanga ngoue ʻoe ngaahi kakala; ʻo hangē ko e ngaahi matalaʻi kakala: ʻoku hangē ko e lile ʻa hono loungutu, ʻoku toʻi mei ai ʻae mula namu kakala.
His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
14 ʻOku tatau hono nima mo e ngaahi mama koula kuo ʻai ki ai ʻae pelili, mo hono sino ʻoku hangē ko e lei ngingila kuo ʻaofi ʻaki ʻae safaia.
His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
15 ʻOku tatau hono vaʻe mo e pou maka lelei, kuo fokotuʻu ki he tuʻunga koula: ʻoku hangē ko Lepanoni ʻa hono fofonga, ʻo tatau mo e ngaahi sita ʻa hono lelei.
His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
16 ʻOku melie lahi hono ngutu: ʻio, ʻoku toulekeleka kotoa pē ia. Ko hoku ʻofaʻanga eni, pea ko hoku kāinga ia, ʻE ngaahi ʻofefine ʻo Selūsalema.
His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
