Solomon Laa 2
1 Kai tah Sharon rhaimoei neh tuikol kah tuilipai ni.
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 Mutlo hling puem kah tuilipai bangla tanu lakli tah kamah cangyaeh van pawn ni.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Duup thing lakli thaihthawn kah bangla tongpa lakli ah tah kamah hlo van pawn ni. A hlipkhup ah ka naep tih ka ngol vaengah a thaih khaw ka dang dongah didip mai.
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 Misur im la kai n'khuen tih kai soah amah kah lungnah hnitai a hlaek.
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Ka lungnah he a tloh dongah yukhap neh kai n'duel tih thaihthawn neh kai n'caih sak.
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6 A banvoei kut te ka lu hmui la a tloeng tih a bantang kut loh kai n'kop.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 Jerusalem nu rhoek nang te kan caeng coeng. Kohong kah sakhi rhuinu long khaw sayuk long khaw n'haeng boel saeh. Lungnah loh a ngaih duela haenghang boeh.
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 Kai hlo ol tah tlang dong a poe, mol dong a buem tih ha pawk coeng he.
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 Kamah hlo tah kirhang neh rhangrhaeh ca aka puet ni. Mah kah thoh hlip ah pai he ne, bangbuet lamloh m'hmaitang tih thohhuel lamloh khooi.
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 Kamah hlo loh n'doo tih kai taengah, “Ka sakthen neh ka cangyaeh nang te thoo laeh, nang mah halo laeh,” a ti.
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 Sikding, sikding a poeng atah khonal mael tih amah la cet coeng he.
For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12 Diklai ah rhaipai phoe tih laa sak tue pai. Mah khohmuen ah vahu ol n'yaak coeng.
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13 Thaibu a haengkang te hminkhah coeng tih, misur thaihmoe loh hmuehmuei a yal coeng. Thoo laeh oe, ka sakthen neh ka cangyaeh nang te lo dae lamtah namah mah lo laeh.
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
14 Ka vahui aw, thaelpang thaelrhaep ah khaw, longpoeng huephael ah khaw na mueimae te kai n'tueng lah. Na ol te tui tih na mueimae a rhoeprhui dongah na ol te ka yaak lah mako.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 Mah misurdum tah a thaihmoe dongah misurdum aka phae maetang, maetang ca rhoek te mah hamla tu sih.
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 Kamah hlo tah kamah ham saeh lamtah kai khaw anih hamla tuilipai lakli ah ka luem.
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 Khothaih thoeng tih khokhawn a rhaelrham hil khaw mael laeh. Kai hlo nang loh tlang naeng kah kirhang neh rhangrhaeh ca khaw puet lah.
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
