Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Navesima negantoa mofamoka, kagi kagonamo'a arava ohe hentofazaga mani'nanke'na kema hugamizankura amuho hue. Kavufima refite'nana tavravemofo amefira, kavurgararemokea maho namagna hu'na'e. Hanki kazokamo'ma evuramiazamo'a Giliati agonafinti sipisipi afu'mo'za takaure takaure hu'za evuramizankna nehie.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Kave'mo'a sipsipi afu anenta meni azoka harenteza ti frentageno efeke nehiankna huno efeke hu'ne. Magore huno kavemo'a hagro osu'neanki fenkamine anagami kavemo'a mago tragave hu'ne.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Kagi'morenamo'a korankre nofikna hu'ne. Kagimo'a vahe'mo'ma kesane hu'are knare'zantfa hune. Kavugosama refite'nana tavravefina kameragemo'a korankre huno pomigreneti zafa rgagna hu'ne.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Hagi knankemo'a Deviti zaza nonkna huno hentofaza nehigeno, Deviti nonte'ma hankave sondia vahe'mo'zama tauseni'a hankozmima eme hantinte'za enevazankna hu'ne.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Tare aminka'araremokea kugaveza dia anenta afumoke lili trazampi traza neneke vano ha'ankna huna'e.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Nanterama zasima osuno masama osu'nesige'na, ame hu'na mnanentake'za merene frenkinsensima me'nea agonafina marerigahue.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Navesima negantoa mofamoka kagrira kagi kagonamo arava ohe hentofa zaga mani'nankeno, maka kavufgamo'a afuhe afahera osuno hentofaza hu'ne.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Lebanonitira zahufa a'nimoka, nagrane egeta va'mneno. Amanae nehaza agonafintira eramio. Laionimo'ene lepatimo'enema noma kikema nemania agona Senirine Hemoni agonararemofo morusapintira eramio.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Zahufa a'nimoka kagra marerisa zagani'a mani'nanankinka tumonire avako nehane. Kesgama hunka kavuma nenaganke'nama knankempima pasesuma hu'nana zama negogeno'a, tumoni'amo'a fakifaki hu'ne.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
Zahufa a'nimoka kavesi'nenantana zamo'a hentofaza hu'ne. Kavesima nenantana zamo'a waini timofo haga'a agatere'ne. Hagi kavufgare'ma fre'nana masavemofo mnamo'a, mika haganentake zana agatere'ne.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Zahufa a'nimoka kagiteti'ma pakepakema nehia zamo'a tume rimo'ma nehiaza huno haganentake nehigeno, kagefu'namofo henka kaziga amirine tumerine me'ne. Ana nehigeno kukena ka'afinti mnamo'a Lebanoni sida zafafintima neviankna mna nevie.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Zahufa a'nimoka kagra nagrike hoza mani'nenka, mareri fenozani'a mani'nane. Refite'nea ti kampui kagra mani'nenka, oku'a ti kampui tini'a mani'nane.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
Kagri hozafina pomigreneti zafa'moza metru hutere hune'za, knare'nare raga renentaze. Hagi mnanentake zantmima henama nadima,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
zafronima, kalamusine sinamoninema, ana maka frenkinsensima, merema, aloe trazane, maka knare'ma huno mananentakema nehia zantaminena ana hozafina me'ne.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Hozafi me'nea ti kampui kna nehunka, knare tirukna hu'nane. Lebanoni agonafinti'ma eneramia tinkna hunka mani'nane.
16 Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Noti kazigatira zahora erinka ne-egeno, sauti kazigati'enena zahora erino ne-ena huta, hozaniafinti mna'a erita vuta eta hi'o. Navesima negantomoka hozaka'afina enka hentofa zafa raga eme taginka nenka ko.
