Solomon Laa 7
1 Na kho te hlangcong canu kah khokhom neh sawtthen tangkik. Na phai dongkah phaibong khaw kutthai kut kah bibi neh himbai bangla om.
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
2 Na yenrhui te kueluek baeldung bangla homtui long khaw vaitah pawh. Na bungko te khaw tuilipai loh cang hlom neh a ven.
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 Na rhangsuk rhoi tah sakhi rhuinu caphae ca rhoi van pawn ni.
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
4 Na rhawn tah rhaltoeng vueino van pawn ni. Na mik tah Bathrabbim vongka kah Heshbon tuibuem van pawn ni. Na hnarhong tah Damasku rhaldan aka tawt Lebanon rhaltoengim van pawn ni.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
5 Na sokah na lu tah Karmel tlang van pawn ni. Na lu samloeng tah manghai sammuei, daidi samdueng van pawn ni.
Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 Lungnah, omthenbawnnah neh sawtthen tangkik tih hmae tangkik.
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 Na sang loh rhophoe a puet tih na rhangsuk loh thaihsu coeng he.
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 “Rhophoe dongah ka yoeng saeh lamtah a koi te ka hlan eh?,’ ka ti. Na rhangsuk tah misur thaihsu bangla om laeh saeh. Na hnarhong hmueih tah thaihthawn van pawn ni.
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
9 Na ka tah misurtui then van pawn ni. Kamah hlo taengah caeh vaengah no neh lai khaw vanat la khuep uh.
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 Kamah he kamah hlo kah coeng tih a lungdueknah tah kamah ham saeh.
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 Kamah hlo aw halo lamtah pong la cet lah sih, vangca ah khaw rhaeh mai sih.
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
12 Thoo sih, misurdum te so sih. Misur khaw a cuen khaming, thaihmoe loh culh tih tale khaw khooi coeng. Teah te kamah hlo te nang taengah kam pae eh.
Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
13 Hloih he a bo rhim. Tedae mah kah thohka ah cangtham he a rhuem a thai la cungkuem tih ka hlo nang ham ka khoem.
The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
