1 W hither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?

Kua riro ki hea tau e aroha na, e te wahine ataahua rawa o nga wahine? I anga ki hea tau e aroha na, kia rapu tahi ai matou me koe?

2 M y beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Kua riro taku e aroha nei ki raro, ki tana kari, ki nga tupuranga o nga kinaki kakara, ki nga kari kai ai, ki te kato i nga rengarenga.

3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth his flock among the lilies,

Na taku e aroha nei ahau, a naku taku e aroha nei: kei nga rengarenga ia e whangai ana i tana kahui.

4 T hou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.

He ataahua koe, e toku hoa, he pera me Tirita; he ahuareka koe, pera me Hiruharama, he whakamataku pera me te taua e tare ana nga kara.

5 T urn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

Tahuri atu ou kanohi i ahau, ka riro hoki ahau i a raua; ko ou makawe, koia ano kei te kahui koati e takoto ana i te taha o Kireara.

6 T hy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

Ko ou niho ano he kahui hipi uha e haere mai ana i te horoi, rite katoa i te mahanga, kahore hoki he pakoro i roto i a ratou.

7 T hy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

Rite tonu ki tetahi wahi o te pamekaranete ou rahirahinga i muri i tou arai.

8 T here are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.

E ono tekau enei kuini, e waru tekau nga wahine iti, me nga wahine e kore e taea te tatau.

9 M y dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Ko taku kukupa, ko taku mea pokekore, he mea kotahi noa; ko ia anake ta tona whaea; ko ia te mea i paingia rawatia e te wahine i whanau ai ia: i kite nga tamahine i a ia, kei te manaaki i a ia; ae ra, ko nga kuini me nga wahine iti, whakamoemiti ana ratou ki a ia.

10 W ho is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

Ko wai tenei e matakitaki mai nei, ano ko te ata, ataahua tonu, ano ko te marama, marama rawa, koia ano kei te ra, whakawehi rawa, me te mea he taua e tare ana nga kara?

11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower.

I haere atu ahau ki te kari nati, kia kite i nga taru matomato o te awaawa; kia kite e tupu ana ranei te waina, e kopuku ana ranei nga pamekaranete.

12 B efore I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people.

Mohio rawa ake ahau kua meinga ahau e toku wairua kia tau ki waenga ki nga hariata o toku iwi rangatira.

13 R eturn, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?

Hoki mai, hoki mai, e te Hurami, hoki mai, hoki mai, kia matakitaki ai matou ki a koe. He aha ta koutou e titiro ai ki te Hurami me te mea ko te haka o Mahanaima?