Solomon Laa 5
1 Ka tanuh, ka hamh ih tangla, kaimah ih takha thungah kang zoh boeh; Kaimah ih myrrh hoi hmuihoih to ka sinh; kaimah ih khoitui hoi khoiphae to ka caak boeh; kaimah ih misurtui hoi tahnutui to ka naek boeh; Thendoeng ampuinawk ih lok Aw ampuinawk, caa oh loe, nae oh; ue, Aw ka tlangai, kamhah ah nae ah.
[HE] I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: —Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye beloved!
2 Kai loe ka iih, toe ka palung loe hak; ka tlangai ih lok mah thok to takhuek khing; ka tanuh, ka tlangai, kai ih pahuu, coek koi om ai, kai hanah thok to na paong pae ah; ka lu loe dantui hoiah suih moe, ka sam doeh aqum ih tamai tui hoiah ka suih boih boeh, tiah ang naa.
[SHE] I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, —The voice of my beloved—knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.
3 Khukbuen to kang khring boeh, kawbangmaw kang khuk let han? Khok doeh ka pasaeh boeh, kawbangmaw kam hnongsak let han?
I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?
4 Ka tlangai mah thokbuem hoiah a ban to payangh; anih nuiah palung ka nat.
My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:
5 Ka tlangai thok paongh pae hanah kang thawk; ka ban hoiah myrrh tui to ca moe, hmuihoih myrrth tui loe ka banpazung hoiah thok takraenghaih ahmuen khoek to long tathuk.
I myself, arose, to open to my beloved, —and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.
6 Ka tlangai han thok ka paongh pae, toe ka tlangai loe om ai, caeh ving boeh; a lok ka tahngaih moe, ka tlangai to ka pakrong, toe ka hnu ai boeh; a thuih ih lok mah kai palung ang phosak; anih to ka pakrong, toe ka hnu ai; ka kawk cadoeh na pathim ai boeh.
I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, —My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.
7 Vangpui takui misatoep kaminawk mah kai ang hnuk o naah, ang boh o moe, nganbawh kana ang paek o; sipae toepkungnawk mah ka mikhmai khukhaih kahni to ang lak pae o ving.
The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, —The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.
8 Aw Jerusalem canunawk, ka tlangai to na hnuk o nahaeloe, nang poek loiah ka zaisut boeh, tiah thuih pae hanah, lok kang thuih o.
I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, —If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.
9 Aw nang loe nongpatanawk boih thungah kranghoih koek ah na oh, na tlangai loe tipongah minawk pongah kranghoih kue loe? Kaicae khaeah nang thuih ih lok baktih toengah, tipongah maw na tlangai loe minawk pongah krang a hoih kue?
[DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM] What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured us?
10 Ka tlangai loe ngan to dawk moe, ngan doeh amling hup, anih loe kami sang hato thungah ahmin amthang koek.
[SHE.] My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:
11 Anih ih lu loe kaciim suitui baktih, a sam loe thah moe, pangaah baktiah amnum.
His head, is pure gold, —his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;
12 Anih ih mik loe tahnutui hoiah kalong vapui ah tui kamhluh, pahuu hnik baktiah oh.
His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, —bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:
13 Anih ih tangbaeng loe hmuihoih tui kamsong iihkhun hoi hmuihoih apawk baktiah oh; anih ih pahni loe myrrh hmuihoih tui hoiah bawh ih lili pawk baktiah oh.
His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, —His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:
14 Anih ih ban loe beryl thlung hoi sak ih sui bantuek baktiah oh, a takpum loe atho kaom thlung kathim sapphire hoi pathoep het ih tasaino baktiah oh.
His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, —His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:
15 A khoknawk loe kaciim suitui pongah pahungh ih, thlung kanglung tung baktiah oh; a krang loe Lebanon baktih, kahoih koek sidar thing baktiah oh.
His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, —His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:
16 Anih ih pakha loe luep; ue, anih loe palung han koiah oh. Aw Jerusalem canunawk, anih loe ka tlangai hoi kam pui ah oh.
His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, —This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.
