¹Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

¹¶ 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?

²My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

²Kua 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.

³I [am] my beloved`s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

³Na taku e aroha nei ahau, a naku taku e aroha nei: kei nga rengarenga ia e whangai ana i tana kahui.

⁴Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

⁴¶ 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.

⁵Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

⁵Tahuri 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.

⁶Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

⁶Ko 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.

⁷As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.

⁷Rite tonu ki tetahi wahi o te pamekaranete ou rahirahinga i muri i tou arai.

⁸Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

⁸E ono tekau enei kuini, e waru tekau nga wahine iti, me nga wahine e kore e taea te tatau.

⁹One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

⁹Ko 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`Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?`

¹⁰Ko 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?

¹¹Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —

¹¹¶ 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.

¹²I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.

¹²Mohio rawa ake ahau kua meinga ahau e toku wairua kia tau ki waenga ki nga hariata o toku iwi rangatira.

¹³Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?

¹³Hoki 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?