Hiva ʻa Solomone 7
1 ʻE ʻofefine ʻoe tuʻi! Hono ʻikai fakaʻofoʻofa ho vaʻe mo ho topuvaʻe: ʻoku teuʻi lahi ho kofu vaʻe, ko e ngāue ʻae nima ʻoe tufunga poto.
As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
2 Ko e fakamaʻu ʻo ho noʻotanga kofu ʻoku hangē ha ipu, ʻoku ʻikai masiva uaine: pea ʻoku tatau ho sino mo e u uite, kuo nonoʻo ʻaki ʻae ngaahi lile.
Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 ʻOku tatau ho ongo huhu mo e ongo kāseli, mui ʻoku na tatau.
Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 ʻOku tatau ho kia mo ha fale lei ʻoku māʻolunga: pea tatau ho mata mo e anovai ika ʻi Hesiponi, ʻi he veʻe matapā ʻo Patalapini: ʻoku tatau ho ihu mo e fale leʻo ʻi Lepanoni ʻoku hanga ki Tamasikusi.
Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
5 ʻOku tatau ho ʻulu mo Kameli, mo e louʻulu ʻo ho ʻulu ʻoku hangē ko e kulokula; kuo moʻua ʻae tuʻi ʻi he ngaahi potu ʻi fale.
Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 Oiau, hono ʻikai hoihoifua mo fakaʻofoʻofa koe, ʻa koe ko hoku ʻofaʻanga koeʻuhi ke u fiemālie ai!
How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7 ʻOku tatau ho māʻolunga mo e ʻakau ko e paame, pea hangē ho ongo huhu ko e ngaahi fuhi vaine.
This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
8 Naʻaku pehē, “Te u kaka ʻi he ʻakau ko e paame, pea u puke ki hono ngaahi vaʻa:” pea ko eni foki, ʻoku tatau ho huhu mo e ngaahi fuhi vaine, mo e ngangatu ʻo ho mānava ʻo hangē ko e moli;
I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
9 ʻOku tatau ʻae ngaahi lea mei ho ngutu mo e uaine lelei ʻoku huʻamelie: he naʻa mo kinautolu ʻoku mohe ʻoku fakalea ai.
And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 ʻOku ʻo hoku ʻofaʻanga au, pea ʻoku ne holi pe kiate au.
I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Haʻu, ʻā hoku ʻofaʻanga, ke ta ō atu ki he ngoue; ke ta nofo ʻi he ngaahi potu kakai.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Ke ta ō hengihengi ki he ngaahi ngoue vaine; ke ta mamata ki he vaine ʻi heʻene tupu lelei, mo e tupu ʻo hono fua mui, pea mo e fatakau ʻoe pomikanite: pea te u foaki ʻi ai ʻa ʻeku ʻofa kiate koe.
We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
13 ʻOku nanamu ʻae tutai, pea ʻoku ai ʻae ngaahi fua lelei ʻi hota veʻe matapā, kuo u tānaki koeʻuhi ko koe, ʻE hoku ʻofaʻanga.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
