Solomon Labu 4
1 Moulang: Namelhoi ngeije, ngainu, seidoh jou hoi hilouvin nahoi ngeije. Na ponlukhuh noija namit teni vakhu abang jeng’e. Nasam kailha jong Gilead lhang dunga kon kel-hon hung kijot suh abang jeng’e.
Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
2 Naha ho kelngoi kihet ngousel jouchet’na kisop thengsel bang in akangleh jeng’e. Na mehiuheo dan nolnabei ahin, na hatu jouse jong akigol khom dildel uve.
Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
3 Nane geiteni jong patsandup abangin, nakam jeng jong mihiptah ahi. Na bengmai langto jong na ponlukhuh noijah kolbuthei chang asan jit jet abang jenge.
Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
4 Na ngongchang jong David insang, migal-hang asang aja galmanchah-omphoa kijem pah jeng toh abangin avet-hoi ngeije.
Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
5 Na-ang teni jong sapengnou teni, Lily pah lah-a lhale sapengnou pengkop teni abange.
Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
6 Khovahkon huilhi nun masang, jan muthim lim kiheimang masang ah; keiman Myrrh molsang kajot’na, bego lhangdung ka jot touding ahitai.
Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
7 Nangma na pumpin nahoije, ngainu, na hoi chamkim ngeiye.
Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
8 Lebanon’a kon in neihin juiyin, ka deilhennu, neihin jui tan Lebanon’a kon in. Senir le Hermon molvum, keipi-bahkai ho kokhuh umna lah, Kei-ahsite chenna lhang, hin juisuh-in Amana Molsanga kon’in hung kumsuh tan.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
9 Nang in ka lungsung na lodim in, ka goulu nahi, kangai ka jiding nu. Na khivui val emsel toh namit-ha’a neivet dan in ei hentang den jeng tai.
My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
10 Nei ngailutnan ei kipa thanop sah-e, ka goulu nahi; ka ngai kaji ding nu. Nei ngaina hi lengpitwi sang in alhumjon, na gimnamtwi hi pahnamtwi sang in jong atwi joi.
My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
11 Na negei teni khoiju sang in alhum joi, O ka ji ding nu. Nalei noija khoiju le bongnoi aume. Na von jouse jong Lebanon lhangpah gimtwi anam’e.
Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
12 Nangma hi keija ding monga pahcha lei, goulu, chongmou chule khal laiya twinah kiselguh tobang nahi.
My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
13 Na pheichung jong kolbuthei toh muinam kikhat tah henna,
Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
14 Chule leipah namtwi toh sehlhum, kolju le thingthal, bego le Myrhh, aloe le muinam jouse dinga kingapna ahi.
Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.
15 Nangma honlei twinah, twichim twikul; Lebanon lhanga kon hung longlha tobang nahi.
O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
16 Mounu: Khang in, Sahlam khohui! thouvin, lhanglam khohui! Ka honlei jon ah hung nung in lang akimvel jouse agimtwi hi lhutsohhel tan. O ka goldeipa, na honleija hin hunglut in lang, theiga hoipen hung kilon lang, hung nen.
Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
