Cânticos 6

Ngā Hoa

1 Kua riro ki hea tāu e aroha nā,

e te wahine ātaahua rawa o ngā wāhine?

I anga ki hea tāu e aroha nā,

kia rapu tahi ai mātou me koe?

Te Wahine

2 Kua riro tāku e aroha nei ki raro, ki tāna kāri,

ki ngā tupuranga o ngā kīnaki kakara,

ki ngā kāri kai ai,

ki te kato i ngā rengarenga.

3 Nā tāku e aroha nei ahau, ā, nāku tāku e aroha nei;

kei ngā rengarenga ia e whāngai ana i tāna kāhui.

Te Ātaahua Whakaharahara o te Wahine Mārena

Te Tāne

4 He ātaahua koe, e tōku hoa he pērā me Tirita;

he āhuareka koe, pērā me Hiruhārama,

he whakamataku pērā me te taua e tare ana ngā kara.

5 Tahuri atu ōu kanohi i ahau,

ka riro hoki ahau i a rāua.

Ko ōu makawe koia anō kei te kāhui koati

e takoto ana i te taha o Kireara.

6 Ko ōu niho ānō he kāhui hipi uha

e haere mai ana i te horoi,

rite katoa i te māhanga,

kāhore hoki he pakoro i roto i a rātou.

7 Rite tonu ki tētahi wāhi o te pamekaranete ōu rahirahinga

i muri i tōu ārai.

8 E ono tekau ēnei kuīni, e waru tekau ngā wāhine iti,

me ngā wāhina e kore e taea te tatau.

9 Ko tāku kūkupa, ko tāku mea pokekore, he mea kotahi noa;

ko ia anake tā tōna whaea;

ko ia te mea i paingia rawatia e te wahine i whānau ai ia.

I kite ngā tamāhine i a ia, kei te manaaki i a ia;

āe rā, ko ngā kuīni me ngā wāhine iti,

whakamoemiti ana rātou ki a ia.

10 "Ko wai tēnei e mātakitaki mai nei, ānō ko te ata,

ātaahua tonu ānō ko te marama, mārama rawa, koia anō kei te rā,

whakawehi rawa, me te mea he taua e tare ana ngā kara?"

11 I haere atu ahau ki te kāri nati,

kia kite i ngā taru matomato o te awaawa;

kia kite e tupu ana rānei te wāina,

e kōpuku ana rānei ngā pamekaranete.

12 Mōhio rawa ake ahau kua meinga ahau e tōku wairua kia tau

ki waenga ki ngā hāriata o tōku iwi rangatira.

Ngā Hoa

13 Hoki mai, hoki mai, e te Hurami!

Hoki mai, hoki mai, kia mātakitaki ai mātou ki a koe.

Te Tāne

He aha tā koutou e titiro ai ki te Hurami,

me te mea ko te haka o Mahanaima?

1 Whither is thy beloved gone,

O thou fairest among women?

Whither hath thy beloved turned him,

That we may seek him with thee?

2 My beloved is gone down to his garden,

To the beds of spices,

To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:

He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah,

Comely as Jerusalem,

Terrible as an army with banners.

5 Turn 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.

6 Thy 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.

7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

Behind thy veil.

8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

And virgins without number.

9 My 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.

10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,

Fair as the moon,

Clear as the sun,

Terrible as an army with banners?

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.

12 Before I was aware, my soul set me

Among the chariots of my princely people.

13 Return, return, O Shulammite;

Return, return, that we may look upon thee.

Why will ye look upon the Shulammite,

As upon the dance of Mahanaim?