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 beautiful, my beloved, behold, thou art beautiful: thy dovelike eyes [look forth] from behind thy vail; thy hair is like a flock of goats, that come quietly down from Mount Gil'ad.
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 flock of well-selected sheep, which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
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.
Like a thread of scarlet are thy lips, and thy mouth is comely: like the half of a pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
4 Na ngongchang jong David insang, migal-hang asang aja galmanchah-omphoa kijem pah jeng toh abangin avet-hoi ngeije.
Thy neck is like the tower of David built on terraces, a thousand shields hang-thereon, all the quivers of the mighty men.
5 Na-ang teni jong sapengnou teni, Lily pah lah-a lhale sapengnou pengkop teni abange.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe, that feed 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.
Until the day became cool, and the shadows flee away, will I get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Nangma na pumpin nahoije, ngainu, na hoi chamkim ngeiye.
Thou art altogether beautiful, my beloved, and there is no blemish on 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, O bride, with me from Lebanon: look about from the top of Amanah, from the top of Senir and Chermon, from the lions' dens, from the leopards' mountains.
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.
Thou hast ravished my heart, O my sister, [my] bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thy eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
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.
How beautiful are thy caresses, O my sister, [my] bride! how much more pleasant are thy caresses than wine! and the smell of thy fragrant oils more than 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.
Of sweet honey drop thy lips, O bride: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the scent of thy garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12 Nangma hi keija ding monga pahcha lei, goulu, chongmou chule khal laiya twinah kiselguh tobang nahi.
A locked-up garden is my sister, [my] bride; a locked-up spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Na pheichung jong kolbuthei toh muinam kikhat tah henna,
Thy sprouts are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, copher and spikenard;
14 Chule leipah namtwi toh sehlhum, kolju le thingthal, bego le Myrhh, aloe le muinam jouse dinga kingapna ahi.
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief of spices;
15 Nangma honlei twinah, twichim twikul; Lebanon lhanga kon hung longlha tobang nahi.
A garden-spring, a well of living waters, and flowing down from 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.
Awake, O north wind; and come thou, O south; blow over my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my friend come into his garden, and eat its precious fruits.—
