Solomon Laa 4
1 Khenah, nang loe kranghoih parai, tlangai; khenah, na krang hoih parai! Na mikhmai khukhaih hnuk bang ih na mik loe pahuu mik baktiah oh; na sam loe Gilead mae ah kaom maehnawk baktiah oh.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
2 Na haanawk loe amui aah moe, tui amthluk pacoengah angzo, caa kakak maeto doeh kaom o ai, caa hnetto sah boih tuu baktiah oh.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; all of which bear twins, and none is barren among them.
3 Na pahninawk loe tlangqui kathim baktiah oh moe, na thuih ih lok loe tahngaih han nawm; mikhmai khukhaih kahni hnuk bang ih naalaking loe buhmaeh thingthai ahap baktiah oh.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of pomegranate within thy locks.
4 Na tahnong loe David mah sak ih maiphaw congca suekhaih, misatuh kaminawk mah patoh ih misa pakaahaih sangto suekhaih imsang baktiah oh.
Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armoury, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Na tahnunawk loe lili pawk salakah kamhai, tasuk caa kangphae hnetto baktiah oh.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Khodai tom moe, khoving boeng ai naah, myrrh mae ah ka caeh moe, hmuihoih maesom nuiah ka caeh han.
Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Ka tlangai, nang loe na suidik; coek koi roe na tawn ai.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
8 Ka hamh ih tangla, Lebanon hoiah kai khaeah angzo ah, Lebanon hoiah kai khaeah angzo ah; Amana maesom, Shenir maesom, Hermon maesom, kaipui ih akhawnawk, kaithlaeng ohhaih maenawk hoiah khen ah.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, ka palungthin hae na lak ving boeh, vaito nang danh moe, na oih ih sui bungmu maeto mah, ka palungthin hae nang zaeh ving boeh.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
10 Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, nang palunghaih loe kawkruk maw hoih! Nang palunghaih loe misurtui pongah hoih kue moe, na hmuihoih tui loe hmuihoih tuinawk boih pongah doeh hoih kue.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the fragrance of thy ointments than all spices!
11 Aw ka hamh ih tangla, na pahni hoiah khoitui baktih kaluep tui to longh; na palai ah tahnutui hoi khoitui to oh; nang khuk ih kahni loe Lebanon ih hmuihoih tui baktiah oh.
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, nang loe khah khoep ih takha baktiah na oh moe, khah khoep ih tuipuek baktih, catui daeng ih tuibap baktiah na oh.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Na thling ih akungnawk loe athaih kaluep kathai, buhmaeh thaih baktih, hmuihoih henna hoi nard kung baktiah oh,
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna, with spikenard,
14 hmuihoih nard hoiah saffron, kalamus hoiah cinnamon hmuihoih thing, myrrh hoi aloe, hmuihoih boih thungah hmuihoih koek ah oh o;
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 nang loe tuipuek kaom takha, tui kaang thai ai tuibap, Lebanon hoi kalong vacongnawk baktiah na oh.
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 Aw aluek bang ih takhi, angthawk ah, aloih bang ih takhi, angzo ah; kai ih takha thungah song ah; hmuihoih to amsong nasoe. Ka tlangai to angmah ih takha thungah angzo nasoe loe, kaluep thingthainawk to caa nasoe.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
