Waiata a Horomona 5
1 Kua tae mai ahau ki taku kari, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa; kua oti taku maira me taku kinaki kakara te kohi, kua kainga e ahau taku honikoma me taku honi; kua inumia e ahau taku waina me taku waiu. E kai, e oku hoa; e inu, ina, kia nui te inu, e taku e aroha nei.
Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
2 I te moe ahau, ko toku ngakau ia i te oho. Ko te reo tenei o taku e aroha nei e patuki ana, e mea ana, Te tatau ki ahau, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa, e taku kukupa, e taku mea pokekore; ki tonu hoki toku mahunga i te tomairangi, oku makawe ano hok i i nga kopata o te po.
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 Kua oti toku koti te unu e ahau: me pehea e kakahuria ai ano? Kua oti oku waewae te horoi; kia whakaparua ano koia e ahau?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 I kuhua mai tona ringa e taku e aroha nei i te kohao o te tatau, a oho ana toku manawa mona.
My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
5 I ara atu ahau ki te uaki i te tatau ki taku i aroha ai; maturuturu ana te maira i oku ringa, te maira waiwai i oku maihao ki nga puritanga o te tutaki.
I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 Uakina ana e ahau ki taku i aroha ai; heoi kua maunu atu taku i aroha ai, a kua riro: toku wairua riro pu i tana kupu: i rapu ahau i a ia; heoi kihai i kitea; i karangatia atu ia e ahau, kihai ano ia i whakahoki kupu mai.
I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
7 I tutaki ki ahau nga kaitiaki e kopikopiko nei i te pa; patua ana ahau e ratou, mamae ana ahau i a ratou; tangohia ana toku hipoki i ahau e nga kaitiaki o nga taiepa.
The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 He ki atu tenei naku ki a koutou, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama, Ki te tutaki koutou ki taku e aroha nei, ki atu ki a ia, e mate ana ahau i te aroha.
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
9 E te wahine ataahua rawa o nga wahine, he aha te nuinga ake o tau i aroha ai i tetahi atu e arohaina ana? He aha te nuinga ake o tau i aroha ai i tetahi atu e arohaina ana, i pena ai tau ki mai ki a matou?
What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful among women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
10 He ma taku i aroha ai, he kiri wherowhero, ko te mea nui rawa o nga mano kotahi tekau.
My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
11 Ko tona mahunga kei te tino koura, he mea parakore, ko ona makawe he mawhatu, a mangu tonu, ano he raweni.
His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
12 Ko ona kanohi kei o nga kukupa i te taha o nga awa wai, he mea horoi ki te waiu, pai rawa te whakanoho.
His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
13 Ko ona paparinga, ano he tupuranga kinaki kakara, ano he rarangi tarutaru reka; ko ona ngutu, me te mea he rengarenga e whakamaturu iho ana i te wai maira.
His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
14 Ko ona ringa, ano he mowhiti koura i whakanohoia he perira ki roto: ko tona tinana, kei te rei pai rawa, he mea whakakikorua ki te hapira.
His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
15 Ko ona waewae, rite tonu ki te pou mapere, he mea whakatu ki nga turanga koura pai rawa; ko tona ahua koia ano kei Repanona, me te hita te tino pai rawa.
His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
16 Ko tona mangai he tino reka: ae ra, he ahuareka katoa ia. Ko taku tenei i aroha ai, ko toku hoa ano tenei, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama.
His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
