Song of Solomon 2

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

Izaho dia voninkazo eny an-tanety ihany sy lilia eny an-dohasaha.

As the 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.

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, and 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.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Nentiny ho ao an-tranon-divay aho, ary ny fanevany eo amboniko dia fitiavana.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

Hatanjaho amin'ampempam-boaloboka aho, ary velombelomy amin'ny poma aho, fa mararim-pitia.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

Aoka ny tànany ankavia hanondana ahy, ary aoka ny tànany ankavanana hanohona ahy.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

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.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

Injay, ny feon'ilay malalako! Indro, tamy izy ka miantsambotsambotra eny an-tendrombohitra ary mitsambitimbikina eny amin'ny havoana.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself 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.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Niteny ny malalako ka nanao tamiko hoe: Mitsangàna, ry tompokovavy havako, ry tsara tarehiko, ka andeha ary!

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

Fa, indro, lasa ny ririnina, ritra tsy misy intsony ny ranonorana;

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle 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.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair 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!

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

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.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Sambory ny amboahaolo, dia ireo amboahaolo madinika izay manimba ny tanim-boaloboka; Fa efa mamony izao ny voalobotsika.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

Ahy ny malalako, ary azy aho, dia ilay miandry ny ondriny eny amin'ny lilia.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon 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.