¹I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

¹¶ Kua tae mai ahau ki taku kari, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa; kua oti taku maira me taku kinaki kakara te kohi, kua kainga e ahau taku honikoma me taku honi; kua inumia e ahau taku waina me taku waiu. E kai, e oku hoa; e inu, ina, kia nui te inu, e taku e aroha nei.

²I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

²¶ I te moe ahau, ko toku ngakau ia i te oho. Ko te reo tenei o taku e aroha nei e patuki ana, e mea ana, Te tatau ki ahau, e toku tuahine, e toku hoa, e taku kukupa, e taku mea pokekore; ki tonu hoki toku mahunga i te tomairangi, oku makawe ano hok i i nga kopata o te po.

³I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?

³Kua oti toku koti te unu e ahau: me pehea e kakahuria ai ano? Kua oti oku waewae te horoi; kia whakaparua ano koia e ahau?

⁴My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

⁴I kuhua mai tona ringa e taku e aroha nei i te kohao o te tatau, a oho ana toku manawa mona.

⁵I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

⁵I ara atu ahau ki te uaki i te tatau ki taku i aroha ai; maturuturu ana te maira i oku ringa, te maira waiwai i oku maihao ki nga puritanga o te tutaki.

⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

⁶Uakina ana e ahau ki taku i aroha ai; heoi kua maunu atu taku i aroha ai, a kua riro: toku wairua riro pu i tana kupu: i rapu ahau i a ia; heoi kihai i kitea; i karangatia atu ia e ahau, kihai ano ia i whakahoki kupu mai.

⁷The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

⁷I tutaki ki ahau nga kaitiaki e kopikopiko nei i te pa; patua ana ahau e ratou, mamae ana ahau i a ratou; tangohia ana toku hipoki i ahau e nga kaitiaki o nga taiepa.

⁸I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

⁸He ki atu tenei naku ki a koutou, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama, Ki te tutaki koutou ki taku e aroha nei, ki atu ki a ia, e mate ana ahau i te aroha.

⁹How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

⁹¶ E te wahine ataahua rawa o nga wahine, he aha te nuinga ake o tau i aroha ai i tetahi atu e arohaina ana? He aha te nuinga ake o tau i aroha ai i tetahi atu e arohaina ana, i pena ai tau ki mai ki a matou?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.

¹⁰He ma taku i aroha ai, he kiri wherowhero, ko te mea nui rawa o nga mano kotahi tekau.

¹¹His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

¹¹Ko tona mahunga kei te tino koura, he mea parakore, ko ona makawe he mawhatu, a mangu tonu, ano he raweni.

¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

¹²Ko ona kanohi kei o nga kukupa i te taha o nga awa wai, he mea horoi ki te waiu, pai rawa te whakanoho.

¹³His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

¹³Ko ona paparinga, ano he tupuranga kinaki kakara, ano he rarangi tarutaru reka; ko ona ngutu, me te mea he rengarenga e whakamaturu iho ana i te wai maira.

¹⁴His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁴Ko ona ringa, ano he mowhiti koura i whakanohoia he perira ki roto: ko tona tinana, kei te rei pai rawa, he mea whakakikorua ki te hapira.

¹⁵His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

¹⁵Ko ona waewae, rite tonu ki te pou mapere, he mea whakatu ki nga turanga koura pai rawa; ko tona ahua koia ano kei Repanona, me te hita te tino pai rawa.

¹⁶Lover His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

¹⁶Ko tona mangai he tino reka: ae ra, he ahuareka katoa ia. Ko taku tenei i aroha ai, ko toku hoa ano tenei, e nga tamahine o Hiruharama.