Tonon-kiran'i Solomona 7
1 Endrey! mahate-hijery ny famindran’ ny tongotrao mikiraro, ry zazavavy zanak’ andriana! Dia tahaka ny firavaka ny amboam-penao, nataon’ ny tanan’ ny mahay zavatra.
How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 Ny foitrao dia tahaka ny tomaboha kivorivory; Tsy ho diso divay noharoharoan-java-manitra anie izy! Ny kibonao dia tahaka ny vary tritika voatoby sady voaravaka lilia manodidina.
Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Ny nononao roa dia tahaka ny gazela kambana mbola tanora.
Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Ny vozonao dia tahaka ny tilikambo ivory; Ny masonao dia tahaka ny kamory any Hesbona, dia eo am-bavahadin’ ny tanàna be olona; Ny oronao dia tahaka ny tilikambo any Libanona, izay manandrify an’ i Damaskosy.
Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Ny lohanao dia tahaka an’ i Karmela, ary ny volon-dohanao milantolanto dia somary volomparasy. Voatanan’ ny volo olioly ny mpanjaka!
Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 Endrey! tsara tarehy sady mahafinaritra ianao, ry malala, amin’ izao zava-mahafinaritra rehetra izao!
How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
7 Izato tsangananao dia tahaka ny rofia, Ary ny nononao dia tahaka ny sampahony.
This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Hoy izaho: Hananika ny rofia aho ka handray ny rantsany; Ary aoka ny nononao ho toy ny sampahom-boaloboka amiko, ary ny fofonainao ho tahaka ny an’ ny poma,
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;
9 Ny vavanao dia toy ny divay tsara, eny, divay mikorotsaka mora eo an-tendan’ ny malalako sady miditra misononoka amin’ ny molotry ny matory.
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 An’ ny malalako aho, sady manina ahy izy.
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
11 Avia, ry malalako, aoka handeha ho any an-tsaha isika; Andeha handry any ambanivohitra isika.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Dia aoka hifoha maraina koa ho any an-tanim-boaloboka isika; Aoka hizahantsika raha mitsimoka ny voaloboka, sy mivelatra ny voniny, ary mamony ny ampongabendanitra any no hanehoako ny fitiavako anao.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.
13 Mamerovero tsara ny dodaima, sady ao am-bavahadintsika misy voankazo tsara samy hafa, na ny vao na ny ela: Efa notehiriziko ho anao izany, ry malalako.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
