1 “ How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead.

Nana, he ataahua koe, e toku hoa; nana, he ataahua koe; no nga kukupa ou kanohi i muri i tou arai: ko ou makawe, koia ano kei te kahui koati e takoto haere ana i te taha o Maunga Kireara.

2 “ Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

Ko ou niho, ano he kahui hipi uha katahi tonu ka oti te kutikuti, i haere mai i te horoi; rite katoa ratou i te mahanga, kahore hoki he mea pakoro i roto i a ratou.

3 “ Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.

Ko ou ngutu, ano he aho ngangana, ahuareka ana tou mangai: rite tonu ki tetahi wahi o te pamekaranete ou rahirahinga i muri i tou arai.

4 “ Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with rows of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the mighty men.

Rite tonu tou kaki ki te pourewa o Rawiri, he mea i hanga hei iringa mo nga patu, kei reira nei nga whakangungu rakau kotahi mano e iri ana, ko nga whakapuru tao katoa a te hunga marohirohi.

5 “ Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle Which feed among the lilies.

Ko ou u e rua rite tonu ki nga kuao e rua, he mahanga na nga anaterope, e kai ana i waenga i nga rengarenga.

6 “ Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.

I te mea kiano i matao noa te ra, a kiano i rere noa nga atarangi, ka haere ahau ki te maunga maira, ki te pukepuke parakihe.

7 “ You are altogether beautiful, my darling, And there is no blemish in you.

He ataahua katoa koe, e toku hoa; kahore hoki ou koha.

8 “ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, May you come with me from Lebanon. Journey down from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

Taua ka haere atu i Repanona, e toku hoa, taua atu i Repanona: matakitaki ai i te tihi o Amana, i te tihi o Heniri raua ko Heremona, i te nohoanga o nga raiona, i nga maunga o nga reparo.

9 “ You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace.

Riro pu toku ngakau i a koe, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa: riro pu toku ngakau i tetahi o ou kanohi, i tetahi o nga mekameka whakapaipai o tou kaki.

10 “ How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, And the fragrance of your oils Than all kinds of spices!

Ano te ataahua o tou aroha, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa! Ano te pai o tou aroha! nui atu i te waina: ko te kakara hoki o ou hinu, nui atu i nga kinaki kakara katoa.

11 “ Your lips, my bride, drip honey; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

He honi kei ou ngutu, e toku hoa, e maturuturu ana; he honi, he waiu kei raro i tou arero: ko te kakara hoki o ou kakahu, koia ano kei te kakara o Repanona!

12 “ A garden locked is my sister, my bride, A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.

He kari kua oti te tutaki toku tuahine, toku hoa; he manawa whenua kua oti te papuni, he puna kua oti te hiri.

13 “ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,

Ko nga mea e wana ana i a koe he kari pamekaranete, he pai whakarere nga hua; he hena, he rakau nara,

14 N ard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.

He nara, he hapirone, he karamu, he hinamona, me nga rakau parakihe katoa; he maira, he aroe, me nga mea nui katoa o nga kinaki kakara.

15 “ You are a garden spring, A well of fresh water, And streams flowing from Lebanon.”

He puna koe no nga kari, he poka wai ora, he awa toto mai hoki no Repanona.

16 “ Awake, O north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits!”

E ara, e te hauraro; haere mai hoki, e te tonga: pupuhi mai ki taku kari, kia rere ai nga kinaki kakara ki waho. Tukua taku e aroha nei kia haere mai ki tana kari, ki te kai i ana hua pai.