Song of Solomon 7

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

Miverena, miverena, ry Solemita; Miverena, miverena, mba hijerenay anao. Inona no hitanareo amin'ny Solemita? Dihy tahaka ny an'i Mahanaima.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

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.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath–rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

Ny nononao roa dia tahaka ny gazela kambana mbola tanora.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

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.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

Ny lohanao dia tahaka an'i Karmela, ary ny volon-dohanao milantolanto dia somary volomparasy. Voatanan'ny volo olioly ny mpanjaka!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

Endrey! tsara tarehy sady mahafinaritra ianao, ry malala, amin'izao zava-mahafinaritra rehetra izao!

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

Izato tsangananao dia tahaka ny rofia, Ary ny nononao dia tahaka ny sampahony.

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

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 am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

Ny vavanao dia toy ny divay tsara, eny, divay mikorotsaka mora eo an-tendan'ny malalako sady miditra misononoka amin'ny molotry ny matory.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

An'ny malalako aho, sady manina ahy izy.

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 thee my loves.

Avia, ry malalako, aoka handeha ho any an-tsaha isika; Andeha handry any ambanivohitra isika.

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

Dia aoka hifoha maraina koa ho any an-tanim-boaloboka isika; Aoka hizahantsika raha mitsimoka ny voaloboka, sy mivelatra ny voniny, ary mamony ny ampongaben-danitra any no hanehoako ny fitiavako anao. 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.