Solomon Laa 5
1 Ka ngannu vasanu aw, kamah dum la ka lo coeng. Ka murrah neh ka botui te ka bit. Ka duup neh ka khoitui ka caak. Ka misurtui neh ka suktui khaw ka ok coeng. Rhoihui Ka hui long khaw ca saeh. O saeh lamtah ka hlo rhoek khaw rhuihmil pai saeh.
Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved.
2 Ka ih muelh vaengah ka hlo kah a khoek ol loh ka lungbuei a haeng. Ka ngannu, ka cangyaeh, ka vahui neh ka cuemhmuet aw kai hamla ong pai. Ka lu dongkah ka sampin khaw khoyin tuicip, buemtui hah coeng.
Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking: Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.
3 Ka angkidung te ka pit coeng tih metlam ka bai eh? Ka kho te ka silh dae metlam ka ti sak eh?
Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?
4 Ka hlo loh a kut te a put longah a thawt tih anih ham ka ko umya.
My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
5 Kamah hlo te ong pah ham kamah ka thoh vaengah ka kut dongah murrah cip. Ka kutdawn dongkah murrah te thohhna kut dongla long.
I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
6 Ka hlo hamla ka ong pah vaengah ka hlo tah dongpam tih khum. Ka hinglu tah anih voek hamla cet coeng. Anih te ka toem dae amah ka hmuh moenih. Amah ka khue dae kai n'doo moenih.
I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.
7 Khopuei ah aka hil tih aka tawt rhoek loh kai m'hmuh tih kai te n'ngawn uh. Vongtung aka tawt rhoek loh kai te n'hi sak uh tih ka pum dong lamkah ka lumuek hni te a phueih uh.
The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
8 Jerusalem nu nang te ka caeng coeng. Kai hlo te na hmu koinih ka lungnah a tloh te a taengah metlam na thui eh?
I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.
9 Huta khuikah sakthen aw, kai hlo lakah nang hlo te metlam a om? Kaimih nan caeng van bangla a hlo lakah nang hlo tah tloe a?
Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
10 Kamah hlo tah ngo tih thim, a thawngsang soah hnitai la pai.
Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
11 A lu tah sui kah suicilh la om, a sampin bu tih vangak bangla muem.
His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.
12 A mik rhoi tah sokca tui taengkah vahui bangla, suktui neh a yuh tih a hol hnothen bangla om.
His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
13 A kam rhoi tah canglak botui, rhaltoeng bo-ul bangla, a hmuilai tah tuilipai neh murrah tuicip la long.
His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
14 A kut tah timsuih neh a moep sui hnaai van pawn ni. A bung khaw vueino saphi, minhum mueithuh van pawn ni.
His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.
15 A phai rhoi tah suicilh buenhol dongkah a sut lungbok tung van pawn ni. A mueimae neh Lebanon kah lamphai thing coelh van pawn ni.
His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars.
16 Kamah hlo he a ka didip tih a pum la ngailaemnah la om. He tah ka hui Jerusalem nu.
His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
