Solomon Laa 6
1 Aw nongpatanawk boih thungah kranghoih koek nang, na tlangai loe naah maw caeh ving boeh? Anih to kang pakrong pae o thai hanah, na tlangai loe nabangah maw loklam amkhraeng ving boeh?
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
2 Ka tlangai loe hmuihoih iihkhun ohhaih ahmuen ah, takha thungah tuu to toep moe, lili pawknawk tamuet hanah, angmah ih takha thungah caeh tathuk boeh.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 Kai loe ka tlangai ih ni, ka tlangai doeh kai ih ni; anih loe lili pawknawk salakah tuu to pacah.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 Aw ka tlangai, nang loe Tirzah baktiah, krang na hoih, Jerusalem baktiah palung han akap moe, thacak pazawkhaih kahni sin misatuh kami ih mikhmai baktiah zitthoh.
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Kai khae hoiah na mik to paqoi ving ah, nihcae mah kai ang pazawk o boeh; na sam loe Gilead mae nui ih maeh baktiah oh.
Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6 Na haanawk loe tui amhluk pacoengah angzo, caa kak maeto doeh om ai, caa hnetto kasah boih tuu baktiah oh.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
7 Na lupataeh taeng ih naalaking loe pomegranat buhmaeh thingthai ahap baktiah oh.
Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
8 Siangpahrang loe zu qui tarukto, zula qui tazetto pacoengah, tangla cuem kroeklaek ai tawn cadoeh!
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
9 Kai ih pahuu, maeto khue ka tawnh ih coek koi om ai kami, nang loe amno mah maeto khue tawnh ih kami, nang cunkung mah palung koek ih canu ah na oh. Tanglanawk mah nang ang hnuk o naah, tahamhoihaih kami, tiah ang kawk o; ue, siangpahrang zunawk hoi zulanawk mah doeh nang to ang pakoeh o.
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
10 Khrah baktih kamdueng, ni baktiah ka-aang, thacak pazawkhaih kahni sin misatuh kami baktiah zitthoh moe, akhawnbang khodai baktiah aang kami loe mi aa?
Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
11 Kai loe azawn ih thingthainawk to khet hanah, misurkung tadok tacawt boeh maw, pomegranat buhmaeh kung tadok tacawt boeh maw, tiah khet hanah, takha thungah ka caeh tathuk.
I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 To kawng to ka panoek ai naah, ka hinghaih mah, Amminadib ih hrang lakoknawk baktiah ang sak.
Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13 Aw Shulam kami, amlaem let ah, amlaem let ah; nang kang danh o thai hanah, amlaem let ah, amlaem let ah. Tangla ih lok Tipongah misatuh kami abu kamkhueng hnetto ohhaih ahmuen ah hnawhaih khet baktih toengah, Shulam kami to na khet o han loe?
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
