Hiva ʻa Solomone 6
1 Kuo ʻalu ki fē ho ʻofaʻanga, ʻa koe ʻoku hoihoifua ʻi he kau fefine kotoa pē? Kuo ʻalu ki fē ʻaia ʻoku ke ʻofa ai? Koeʻuhi ke tau kumi ia mo koe.
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 Kuo ʻalu hifo ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga ki heʻene ngoue, ki he potu ngoue ʻoe ngaahi kakala, ke ne kai ʻi he ngoue, mo ne toli ʻae ngaahi lile.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 ʻOku ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga ʻa au, pea ʻoku ʻoʻoku ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga: ʻoku ne kai ʻi he lotolotonga ʻoe ngaahi lile.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
4 ʻOku ke hoihoifua, ʻa koe ʻoku ou ʻofa ai, ʻo hangē ko Telisa, pea matamatalelei ʻo hangē ko Selūsalema, pea manavahēʻia ʻo hangē ko e matatau mo ʻenau ngaahi fuka.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Ke ʻoua naʻa sio mai ho mata kiate au he ʻoku ou vaivai ai: ʻoku tatau ho louʻulu mo e fanga kosi ʻoku fafanga ʻi Kiliati.
Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
6 ʻOku tatau ho kaunifo mo e fanga sipi ʻoku ʻalu hake mei he kaukauʻi, he ʻoku taki ʻuhiua ʻa honau ʻuhiki, pea ʻoku ʻikai ke paʻa ha taha ʻi ai.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
7 ʻOku tatau ho manifinifihanga mo e konga pomikanite ʻoku fakalilo ʻaki ho louʻulu.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8 ʻOku ai ʻae tuʻi fefine ʻe toko onongofulu, mo e sinifu ʻe toko valungofulu, mo e kau tāupoʻou taʻefaʻalaua.
There are sixty queens, eighty secondary wives, and virgins without number.
9 Ka ʻoku taha pe ʻa ʻeku lupe, ʻa ʻeku haohaoa, ko e taʻahine pe taha ia ʻa ʻene faʻē, pea ko e pele ʻaʻana naʻa ne fanauʻi ia. Naʻe mamata ki ai ʻae ngaahi ʻofefine ʻonau fakaongolelei ia, pea naʻa mo e ngaahi tuʻi fefine mo e sinifu foki kuo nau lea fakamālō ki ai.
My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the secondary wives, and they praised her.
10 Ko hai eni ʻoku hā mai ʻo hangē ko e pongipongi, ʻoku fakaʻofoʻofa ʻo hangē ko e māhina, ʻoku ulo ʻo hangē ko e laʻā, pea manavahēʻia ʻo hangē ko e matatau mo ʻenau ngaahi fuka.
Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11 Ne u ʻalu hifo ki he ngoue natimeki ke u mamata ki he ngaahi fua ʻoe ʻakau ʻi he teleʻa, koeʻuhi ke u ʻilo pe ʻoku tupu lelei ʻae vaine, pea fatakau ʻae ngaahi pomikanite.
I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Pea ʻiloange kuo fakafokifā naʻe puna hoku laumālie, ʻo hangē ha taha kuo heka ki he ngaahi saliote ʻo ʻAminatipa.
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots.
13 Ke ke tafoki mai, tafoki mai, ʻE fefine Sulami; tafoki mai, tafoki mai, ka mau mamata kiate koe. Ko e hā ʻoku mou fie mamata ai ki he fefine Sulami? Ke mau mamata ʻo hangē ko e kau taha ʻae matatau ʻe ua.
Return, return, Shulammite. Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
