¹¶ 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.

¹Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

²Ko 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.

²Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

³Ko 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.

³Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

⁴Rite 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.

⁴Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁵Ko ou u e rua rite tonu ki nga kuao e rua, he mahanga na nga anaterope, e kai ana i waenga i nga rengarenga.

⁵Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

⁶I 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.

⁶Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

⁷He ataahua katoa koe, e toku hoa; kahore hoki ou koha.

⁷You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁸¶ 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.

⁸Come 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.

⁹Riro 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.

⁹You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

¹⁰Ano 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.

¹⁰How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹¹He 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!

¹¹Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹²He kari kua oti te tutaki toku tuahine, toku hoa; he manawa whenua kua oti te papuni, he puna kua oti te hiri.

¹²A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹³Ko nga mea e wana ana i a koe he kari pamekaranete, he pai whakarere nga hua; he hena, he rakau nara,

¹³Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,

¹⁴He 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.

¹⁴spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁵¶ He puna koe no nga kari, he poka wai ora, he awa toto mai hoki no Repanona.

¹⁵a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

¹⁶E 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.

¹⁶Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.