Song of Solomon 5

1 I have come into 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. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.

Zahufa a'nimoka nagra hozani'afi ufre'na mnanentake'za merene, haganentake zanena eritru nehu'na, tumemofo anoma'ane tima'anena nenena musena hu'noe. Ami rine waini tinena ne'noe. Jerusalemi mofa'nemo'za hu'za, Ovesinte avesintema neha'a veatremota'a ne'zana neneta tina ne'o. Ante fenkamu atreta tanavesi'zana tima neaza hi'o.

2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

Navura mase'noanagi antahintahimo'a eri'zana eri vava hu'ne. Agasasa arige'na antahugeno avesima nenantea ne'mo'a kafante eme vagre vagre nehuno anage hu'ne, kafana anaginanto marerisa zaganimoka, maho namanimoka kafuhe kafahe omanegenka hentofa zaga mani'nane. Ata komo'a nanuntera runtegeno atake nehigeno, nazokamo'a tinke huno pasupanegie.

3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

Hianagi nagra hago kukena hutrena mase'noanki, inankna hu'na otigahue? hu'noe. Ko naga sese hutena mase'noanki, ete otina vanugeno nagamo'a pehana hugahie.

4 My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

Avesima nenantea ne'mo'a azana antegamateno kafana eri anagi'za hige'na kogeno, tumonimo'a fakro fakro hu'ne.

5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

Anama hige'na otina kafama nenagugeno'a, nazantegatira mnanentake'za meremo'a pakepake hu'ne. Mnanentake'za meremo'a nazankoregatira pakepake nehige'na, kafama agu'atima ahentrokoma hu'noa zota avazu hu'noe.

6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

Avesima nenantea nera kafana anaginte'noanagi, rukrahe huno ko atreno vu'ne. Atreno'ma vigeno'a nagu'amo'a kna huno evuramino musena osige'na, hake'noanagi kena eri fore osu'noe. Ke'zana ati'noanagi, ke'niarera voera osu'ne.

7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

Kuma'ma kegava nehaza vahe'mo'za, kuma kegava hu'za vano nehazaregati eme nage'za erifore nehu'za, nahe'za nakare kuni'a eri'naze. Ana vahetamina kuma kegina kegava nehaza vahetamine.

8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.

Jerusalemi mofaneramimota, avesimanenantea ne'ma kesuta, avesima nentana mofamo'a kagrikura kri erino mani'ne huta asamigahune huta huvempa hunanteho.

9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest amongst women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?

Kagi kagonamo arava oheno hentofa mofamoka, ina kazigati avesima nentana ne'mo'a mago'a venenea zamagatere'ne? Ina kazigati aronekamo'a mago'a venenea agatere'negenka e'inahu kea hunka huvempa hiho hunka nehane?

10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best amongst ten thousand.

Navesima nentoa ne'mo'a, hanavenentake nekino, avufamo'a tevenefa tagivazu hu'neankino, 10 tausenia vahepina agra zamagatere'ne.

11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

Asenimo'a marerisa goligna nehigeno, azokamo'a egaraki egaraki huno kotkoti namagna huno haninke hu'ne.

12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

Hanki tare avurgamokea tinkenafi nemania maho namamofo avurgagna nehuke, marerisa konarari zama ami rimpi sese higeno rumarave hiankna hu'na'e.

13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

Ameragemo'a balsami zafamo'ma amosrema ahentegeno'ma mnama neviankna hu'ne. Hagi agi morenamo'a liliema nehaza trazamofo amosrefinti'ma meremo'ma viankna mna vu'ne.

14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

Azampasamo'a goli vimagokna higeno, berilie nehaza havenu konarari hunteankna hu'ne. Avufgamo'a elefanti aveteti'ma hiaza huno kanifuge higeno, safie nehaza havenu'ma konararima hunteankna hu'ne.

15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

Tare agararemokea efeke havereti vimago zafa tro hunteteno, rusima hunte'zana goliretike tro huteno anampinka resi hunteankna hu'na'e. Avu'ava'amo'a Lebanoni agonaramimpima knare'nare sida zafaramima meankna hu'ne.

16 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

Agi'mo'a tusi haga nehie. Agra vahe'mo'za kesane huga ne' mani'ne. Jerusalemi mofa'nemota avesimanentoa ne'mo'a, e'inahu ne' mani'ne.