Cânticos 4

Te Ātaahua Hoki o te Wāhine Mārena

Te Tāne

1 Nanā, he ātaahua koe, e tōku hoa;

nanā, he ātaahua koe!

Nō ngā kūkupa ōu kanohi

i muri i tōu ārai.

Ko ōu makawe, koia anō kei te kāhui koati e takoto

haere ana i te taha o Maunga Kireara.

2 Ko ōu niho, ānō he kāhui hipi uha

kātahi tonu ka oti te kutikuti,

i haere mai i te horoi;

rite katoa rātou i te māhanga,

kāhore hoki he mea pakoro i roto i a rātou.

3 Ko ōu ngutu, ānō he aho ngangana,

āhuareka ana tōu māngai.

Rite tonu ki tētahi wāhi o te pamekaranete

ōu rahirahinga i muri i tōu ārai.

4 Rite tonu tōu kakī ki te Pourewa o Rāwiri,

he mea i hangā hei iringa mō ngā patu,

kei reira nei ngā whakangungu rākau kotahi mano e iri ana,

ko ngā whakapuru tao katoa a te hunga mārohirohi.

5 Ko ōu ū e rua rite tonu ki ngā kūao e rua,

he māhanga nā ngā anaterope,

e kai ana i waenga i ngā rengarenga.

6 I te mea kīanō i mātao noa te rā,

ā, kīanō i rere noa ngā ātārangi,

ka haere ahau ki te maunga maira,

ki te pukepuke parakihe.

7 He ātaahua katoa koe, e tōku hoa;

kāhore hoki ōu koha.

8 Tāua ka haere atu i Repanōna, e tōku hoa,

tāua atu i Repanōna.

Mātakitaki ai i te tihi o Amana,

i te tihi o Heniri rāua ko Heremona,

i te nohoanga o ngā raiona,

i ngā maunga o ngā reparo.

9 Riro pū tōku ngākau i a koe, e tōku tuahine, e tōku hoa;

riro pū tōku ngākau i tētahi o ōu kanohi,

i tētahi o ngā mekameka whakapaipai o tōu kakī.

10 Anō te ātaahua o tōu aroha, e tōku tuahine, e tōku hoa,

Anō te pai o tōu aroha, nui atu i te wāina!

Ko te kakara hoki o ōu hinu, nui atu i ngā kīnaki kakara katoa.

11 He honi kei ōu ngutu, e tōku hoa, e māturuturu ana;

he honi, he waiū kei raro i tōu arero;

ko te kakara hoki o ōu kākahu,

koia anō kei te kakara o Repanōna!

12 He kāri kua oti te tūtaki tōku tuahine, tōku hoa;

he manawa-whenua kua oti te pāpuni, he puna kua oti te hīri.

13 Ko ngā mea e wana ana i a koe he kāri pamekaranete,

he pai whakarere ngā hua;

he hena, he rākau nara,

14 he nara, he hapirone, he karamu, he hinamona,

me ngā rākau parakihe katoa;

he maira, he aroe,

me ngā mea nui katoa o ngā kīnaki kakara.

15 He puna koe nō ngā kāri, he poka wai ora,

he awa totō mai hoki nō Repanōna.

Te Wahine

16 E ara, e te hauraro;

haere mai hoki, e te tonga!

Pupuhi mai ki tāku kāri,

kia rere ai ngā kīnaki kakara ki waho.

Tukua tāku e aroha nei kia haere mai ki tāna kāri,

ki te kai i āna hua pai.

1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;

Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil.

Thy hair is as a flock of goats,

That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,

Which are come up from the washing,

Whereof every one hath twins,

And none is bereaved among them.

3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,

And thy mouth is comely.

Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

Behind thy veil.

4 Thy neck is like the tower of David

Builded for an armory,

Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,

All the shields of the mighty men.

5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns

That are twins of a roe,

Which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,

I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,

And to the hill of frankincense.

7 Thou art all fair, my love;

And there is no spot in thee.

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.

9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;

Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,

With one chain of thy neck.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is thy love than wine!

And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

11 Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb:

Honey and milk are under thy tongue;

And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;

A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;

Henna with spikenard plants,

14 Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;

Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15 Thou art a fountain of gardens,

A well of living waters,

And flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;

Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.

Let my beloved come into his garden,

And eat his precious fruits.