Solomon Labu 7
1 Moulang: Kengdap in adap na keng teni chu iti vetnom um hitam, O leng nungahnu! Na khelphe jol silsel teni jong sana pah jem abang jeng in, khut them tahho suitoh sel abang jeng’e.
As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
2 Na laimu jong lengpitwi kihalkhom kikholna lhengkam bempel tobang ahi. Na oi jong suhlou changphal kisea, Lily pahhoijin aum kim sohkei abang’e.
Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Na-ang teni jong apengkop sapeng nou teni tobang ahi.
Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Na ngongchang jong saiha insong kitung tobang ahi. Namit teni jong Bath-rabbim kelkot panga Heshbon twikul chim sitset le val litlet toh abang’e. Na nahlhong jong Damascus lam galdot phahna Lebanon insang bang in ahoisel jeng’e.
Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
5 Na luchang Carmel Molsang bang in akikhang sang in, na samjol val litlet chun lalna le loupina atahlang’e. Na samlom hoije chun lengpa jong chatmo in alhatai.
Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 O, iti hoiya hoi nahi hitam! Iti lunglhaium nahi hitam, ngainu, lunglhainan na dim jeng’e!
How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
7 Na gongso tumthing bang in napai jitjet in, na-ang teni jong aphung’a aga lomho abang’e.
This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
8 Keiman kaseije, “Aphunga ka kaltouva, atheiga ho ka tuhchah ding ahi.” Na-ang teni lengpithei lom bang hen lang, na haihu theithup gimtwi bang in namtwi hen.
I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
9 Na michop dan jong lengpitwi twipen akidon teng, ilei chung le i-ha kahlah’a nal-heova alonlut bang in thanop umhen.
And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 Mounu: Keima ka ngaipenpa-a kahi in, aman jong kei hi ama-a mong in eigel’e.
I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Hung in, goldei, jaolah-a gavahdoh hitin; gammang-pahchaho lah’a jankho gamang khom hite.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Kithou dohvah hitin lengpileija gache hitin, lengpiguiho pah hitam gave hitin; apahmum ho chu ana pahlhasoh hitam, kolbutheiho jong ana pahlhasoh hitam gave hite. Chuteng ka ngailutna ka musah ding nahi.
We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
13 Joldei-ai gimvui nam aki tung in, thei phapenho jong in kotbul ahin phatan; kipa thanopna athah hihen alui hijongleh, nang ding in kana khol khomsoh kei tan ahi, O goldei.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
