Solomon Labu 5
1 Moulang: Keima ka kallha luttai ka honlei, kagoulu, kajidinu komah! Keiman Myrrh toh amuinam theiho ka chomkhom in, ka khoiphanga khoiju ka chop’e. Ka lengpitwi toh bongnoi ka don’e.
Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
2 Zailom: O goldei le ngai umte, neuvin lang, don un! Henge, ngailutna hi donkham vaset un.
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 Mounu: Keima ka-ihmun, hinlah kalung alimgeh-e kangai penpan kot ahin kiuva eihin kou awgin: “Kot neihonin, O kagoulu, kangainu, kavakhu, kadinga chamkimpen; ka lujang daitwi akottan, ka jangsam daitwi alhopsoh tai,” tia ahinsei kajah chun keiman kadonbut in: “Keiman von kana kisutlhah man tan, kahung kivon kit ding ham? Ka keng kana kisop ngim tan, ka chotnen kit ding ham?”
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 Kangai penpan kot chu ahin hong gotan, hichun ka lung thathou lheh jeng tai.
My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
5 Keiman ka dongmapa kot honpeh ding in thanom tah in ka chomdoh-in, ka khut chung ah jong gimnamtwi kavatnatsah-in ahi. Ka khut jung Myrrh gimtwija chun kotkil chu kahong tan ahi.
I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 Kangai penpa din kot kahonpeh tan, hinlah ama anaum tapoi! Kalung lhadah del jeng tai. Ama holnan kadahlen, hinlah kamu jouta poi. Ka koule-in hinlah adonbutna awgin akija tapoi.
I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
7 Janlaija khongah hon khosung avel le laijun eihung mudoh-un, eijep pop chetchut jeng un, ka ponlukhuh eihodoh peh-un ahi.
The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Vo Jerusalem chanute, katem nahiuve-kadongmapa na kimupi khah bang uleh, ama lhangai nan ka tahsa akem lheh jeng tai tihi neina seipeh tauvin.
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
9 Zailom: Idinga na dongma pachu midang jouse sanga dei um chomdeh hija ham, O melhoi kidang lanu? Ipin na dongma pachu atumbeh-a alulsah chom hija keihon nei temnau chu ka nun diu ham?
What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful amongst women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
10 Mounu: Kangai penpa chu donghoisel in avouso ajolsel in, aemsel jeng in, midang asang-aja sang in ahoijoi.
My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
11 Alujang chu songmantam sang in ahoijon, asam jang va-ah vom bang in avom’e.
His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
12 Amit teni khaltwi panga tou vakhu bang in aval lheng in, sana khiba bongnoitwi-a kisop ngimsel tobang ahi.
His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
13 Abengmai chu muinampah honlei, gimtwi hinlhut dohji tobang khu ahi. Ane geiteni jong Lily pah Myrrh gimtwi kichap khum tobang ahi.
His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
14 Abanjang jong sana pum kihehkol’a sana pahjema kijempol bangin alhanlhaije. Atahsa pum saiha kinotval lhenga, Sapphire songa ki tomjol toh abang’e.
His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
15 Akengteni jong sana khomtoa kon kitungdoh ngunsong khom abang’e. Atahsa gongso adingchah-in, Lebanon lhang bang in ahuikaijin, alhang lehvuma Cedar thing huikai abang’e.
His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
16 Akamsung alhum in, imalam jousea dei umtah chu ahi. Vo Jerusalem chanute, ka ngaipen; ka goldei chu hitobang chu ahi.
His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
