¹¶ Ko te waiata o nga waiata, ko ta Horomona.

¹The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon`s.

²¶ Kia kihia ahau e ia ki nga kihi a tona mangai: he pai atu hoki tou aroha i te waina.

²Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.

³He kakara pai to ou hinu; ko tou ingoa ano he hinu kua oti te riringi; na reira i aroha ai nga wahine ki a koe.

³For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

⁴Kumea ahau; ka rere atu matou, ka whai i a koe: kua oti ahau te kawe e te kingi ki ona ruma: ka koa matou, ka hari ki a koe; engari tou aroha i te waina hei maharatanga atu ma matou: e tika ana to ratou aroha ki a koe.

⁴Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

⁵He mangu ahau, otiia he ataahua ano, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama, rite tonu ano ki nga teneti o Kerara, ki nga kakahu tauarai o Horomona.

⁵Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.

⁶Kaua e titiro mai ki ahau, no te mea he parauri ahau, no te mea kua tahuna ahau e te ra. I riri nga tama a toku whaea ki ahau, meinga ana ahau e ratou hei kaitiaki mo nga mara waina; ko taku mara ia, ko taku ake, kihai i tiakina e ahau.

⁶Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.

⁷¶ Whakaaturia mai ki ahau, e ta toku wairua e aroha nei, ko hea koe whangai ai, ko hea koe mea ai i tau kahui kia takoto i te poutumarotanga; kia rite ahau hei aha ki te mahunga taupoki i te taha o nga kahui a ou hoa?

⁷Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

⁸Ki te kore koe e mohio, e te mea ataahua rawa o nga wahine, haere atu i runga i nga takahanga o nga hipi, ka whangai i au kuao koati i te taha o nga nohoanga o nga hepara.

⁸If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds` dwellings!

⁹Kua whakaritea koe e ahau, e taku e aroha nei, ki tetahi o nga hoiho o nga hariata a Parao.

⁹To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

¹⁰He ataahua ou paparinga i nga whiri o nga makawe, tou kaki i nga tautau o nga mea whakapaipai.

¹⁰Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

¹¹Ka hanga e matou etahi mekameka koura mou, he mea tia ki te hiriwa.

¹¹Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

¹²¶ I te kingi e noho ana i tona tepu, ka puta te kakara o toku nara.

¹²While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

¹³Ko te rite ki ahau o taku e aroha nei kei te paihere maira, e takoto nei i waenganui i oku u.

¹³A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

¹⁴He tautau hena ki ahau taku e aroha nei, i nga mara waina o Enekeri.

¹⁴A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

¹⁵Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku e aroha nei; nana, he purotu koe; ko ou kanohi kei te kukupa.

¹⁵Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!

¹⁶Nana, he ataahua koe, e taku kaingakau, ae ra, he ahuareka: matomato tonu ano hoki to taua moenga.

¹⁶Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,

¹⁷He hita nga kurupae o to taua whare, he kauri nga heke.

¹⁷The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!