Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Izaho dia voninkazo eny an-tanety ihany sy lilia eny an-dohasaha.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Toy ny lilia eo amin’ ny tsilo, dia toy izany tompokovavy havako eo amin’ ny zazavavy.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Toy ny hazo poma amin’ ny hazo any an’ ala, dia toy izany ny malalako eo amin’ ny zatovo. Mahafinaritra ahy indrindra ny mipetraka eo ambanin’ ny alokalony, sady mamy ao am-bavako ny voany.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
Nentiny ho ao an-tranon-divay aho, ary ny fanevany eo amboniko dia fitiavana.
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
Hatanjaho amin’ ampempam-boaloboka aho, ary velombelomy amin’ ny poma aho, fa mararim-pitia.
6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
Aoka ny tànany ankavia hanondana ahy, ary aoka ny tànany ankavanana hanohona ahy.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Mampianiana anareo amin’ ny gazela na amin’ ny dieravavy any an-tsaha aho, ry zanakavavin’ i Jerosalema: Aza manaitra na mamoha ny fitiavana raha tsy efa sitrapony.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Injay, ny feon’ ilay malalako! Indro, tamy izy ka miantsambotsambotra eny an-tendrombohitra ary mitsambitimbikina eny amin’ ny havoana.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
Ny malalako dia tahaka ny gazela na ny diera tanora; Indro, mijanona eo ala-tranonay izy, mitsidika eo am-baravarankely, manarangarana eo amin’ ny makarakara.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
Niteny ny malalako ka nanao tamiko hoe: Mitsangàna, ry tompokovavy havako, ry tsara tarehiko, ka andeha ary!
11 For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
Fa, indro, lasa ny ririnina, ritra tsy misy intsony ny ranonorana;
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Miposaka eo amin’ ny tany ny voninkazo; Tonga ny taona fanaovam-peo fifaliana, ary re atỳ amin’ ny tanintsika ny feon’ ny domohina.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”
Ny aviavy mahamanitra ny voany tanora, mamony ny voaloboka ka mamerovero tsara. Mitsangàna, ry tompokovavy havako, ry tsara tarehiko, ka andeha ary!
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
E, ry voromailalako ao amin’ ny tsefatsefaky ny harambato, dia ao amin’ ny fialokalofana amin’ ny fiakarana mideza, aoka hahita ny endrikao sy handre ny feonao aho; Fa mamy ny feonao, sady mahafinaritra ny endrikao.
15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Sambory ny amboahaolo, dia ireo amboahaolo madinika izay manimba ny tanim-boaloboka; Fa efa mamony izao ny voalobotsika.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
Ahy ny malalako, ary azy aho, dia ilay miandry ny ondriny eny amin’ ny lilia.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
Mandra-pangatsiatsiaky ny andro, ka efa hilentika ny masoandro, mitodiha, ry ilay malalako, ary aoka ho tahaka ny gazela na ny diera tanora eny an-tendrombohitra be hantsana ianao.
