Song of Solomon 4

1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

Vakai, ʻoku ke hoihoifua, ʻE hoku ʻofaʻanga; vakai, ʻoku ke hoihoifua; ʻoku tatau ho mata mo e mata ʻoe lupe ʻoku fakalilo ʻaki ho louʻulu: pea ko ho louʻulu ʻoku hangē ko e louʻulu ʻoe fanga kosi, ʻoku fafanga ʻi he moʻunga ko Kiliati.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

‌ʻOku tatau ho kaunifo mo e fanga sipi kuo kosikosi, pea ʻoku ʻalu hake mei he kaukauʻi; he ʻoku taki ʻuhiua ʻa honau ʻuhiki, pea ʻoku ʻikai ke paʻa ha taha ʻi ai.

3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.

‌ʻOku tatau mo e afo kulokula ho loungutu; pea ʻoku mālie ho leʻo; pea ʻoku tatau mo e konga pomikanite ʻa ho manifinifihanga ʻoku fakalilo ʻaki ho louʻulu.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.

‌ʻOku tatau ho kia mo e fale māʻolunga naʻe langa ʻe Tevita ko e tukuʻanga ʻoe mahafutau, ʻaia ʻoku tautau ai ʻae fakaū ʻe afe, ʻae pā kotoa pē ʻoe kau tangata toʻa.

5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

‌ʻOku tatau ho ongo huhu mo e ongo kāseli mui ʻoku na tatau, ʻaia ʻoku kai ʻi he potu ʻoe ngaahi lile.

6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Te u ʻalu au ki he moʻunga ʻoe mula, mo e moʻunga ʻoe laipeno, pea te u ʻi ai ʻo aʻu ki he maʻa hake ʻae ʻaho, mo e puna atu ʻoe fakapoʻuli.

7 You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

‌ʻE hoku ʻofaʻanga, ʻoku ke hoihoifua haohaoa; ʻoku ʻikai ha mele ʻiate koe.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

Haʻu mo au mei Lepanoni, ʻE hoku uaifi, haʻu mo au mei Lepanoni; sio hifo mei he tumutumu ʻo ʻAmana, mei he tumutumu ʻo Senila mo Heamoni, mei he ʻana ʻoe fanga laione, mei he ngaahi moʻunga ʻoe fanga lēpati.

9 You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

‌ʻE hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi, kuo kavea hoku loto kiate koe; kuo mole hoku loto ʻi he sio mai tuʻo taha pe ʻa ho mata, mo e kahoa pe taha ʻi ho kia.

10 How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

Hono ʻikai matamatalelei ʻa hoʻo ʻofa, ʻE hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi! Hono ʻikai lelei hake hoʻo ʻofa ʻi he uaine, mo e nanamu ʻo hoʻo ngaahi meʻa tākai ʻi he meʻa namu kakala kotoa pē.

11 Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

‌ʻE hoku uaifi, ʻoku toʻi ho loungutu ʻo hangē ko e hone mei hono ngeʻesi: ʻoku ʻi lalo ʻi ho ʻelelo ʻae hone mo e huʻahuhu; pea ko e nanamu ʻo ho ngaahi kofu ʻoku tatau mo e nanamu ʻo Lepanoni.

12 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.

‌ʻOku tatau mo e ngoue kuo ʻāʻi, ʻa hoku tuofefine mo hoku uaifi; ko e vai mapunopuna ia kuo taʻofia, ko e matavai ia kuo tāpuni ke maʻu.

13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,

Ko ia ʻoku tupu ʻiate koe ʻoku tatau mo e ngoue pomikanite mo hono ngaahi fua lelei; ko e saipalesi mo e naatosi,

14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

Ko e naatosi mo e kakosi; ko e kalamusi mo e sinamoni, mo e ʻakau kotoa pē ʻoku namu lelei; ko e mula mo e ʻalosi, mo e fungani hake ʻoe ngaahi kakala kotoa pē:

15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.

Ko e matavai ʻi he ngaahi ngoue, ko e matavai ʻoe ngaahi vai moʻui, mo e ngaahi vaitafe mei Lepanoni.

16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.

‌ʻE matangi tokelau, ke ke ʻaa pea haʻu mo e tonga; ʻo havilivili ki heʻeku ngoue, koeʻuhi ke ngangatu mei ai ʻae ngaahi namu kakala. Tuku ke haʻu ʻa hoku ʻofaʻanga ki heʻene ngoue, mo ne kai ai hono ngaahi fua lelei.