Solomon Laa 7
1 Aw angraeng canu, na buen ih khokpanai hoiah kawkruk maw nam cuk! Na khoknawk loe ban tok sah kop kami mah sak ih atho kaom thlung baktiah oh.
HOW beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 Na laelung loe aqai angbuet luet misurtui boengloeng baktiah oh moe, na kaeng loe lili pawk mah takui ih cangqui baktiah oh.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Na tahnunawk loe caa kangphae tasuk caa hnik baktiah oh.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Na tahnong loe tasaino hoiah sak ih imsang baktiah oh; na mik loe Bath Rabbim khongkha taeng ih, Heshbon tuili baktiah oh moe, na hnah loe Damaska bangah anghae Lebanon ih imsang hoiah anghmong.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Na lu loe Karmel mae baktiah oh moe, na sam loe amling hup; siangpahrang loe pakhui ih sam mah zaeng caeng boeh.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 Aw tlangai, nang loe ka poek nawm hanah kawkruk maw krang na hoih moe, palung hanah na kap!
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 Na somsanghaih loe ungsikung baktiah oh, na tahnunawk loe kangbom misurthaih baktiah oh.
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Ungsikung pongah ka dawh tahang moe, tanghangnawk to ka khaeh han, tiah ka thuih; na tahnu loe kangbom misurthaih baktih, nang hah ih takhi loe hmuihoih epal thaih baktiah om nasoe;
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 na pakha loe ka tlangai hanah kahoih koek misurtui ah oh, misurtui loe ka tlangai khaeah long moe, amzaita hoiah ka-iip kaminawk ih pahni ah long pae.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 Kai loe ka tlangai hanah ni ka oh, anih koehhaih loe ka nuiah oh.
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
11 Ka tlangai, angzo ah, taw ah caeh hoi si; avangnawk thungah qumhto om hoi si.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Khawnthaw ah angthawk hoi si loe, misur takha ah caeh hoi si; misurkung tadok vai, apawk boeh vai, pomegranat thingthai kung doeh tadok tacawt boeh vai, tito khen hoi si! To ahmuen ah kang palunghaih kang paek han.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
13 Mandrak thingkung hoiah hmuihoih to amsong, caak kahoih congca athaih kangquem hoi kangtha to tlangai nang hanah, kaimacae ih khongkha taengah kang suek pae.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
