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.
[[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;
2 Na laimu jong lengpitwi kihalkhom kikholna lhengkam bempel tobang ahi. Na oi jong suhlou changphal kisea, Lily pahhoijin aum kim sohkei abang’e.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;
3 Na-ang teni jong apengkop sapeng nou teni tobang ahi.
Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;
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.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward 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.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.
6 O, iti hoiya hoi nahi hitam! Iti lunglhaium nahi hitam, ngainu, lunglhainan na dim jeng’e!
How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!
7 Na gongso tumthing bang in napai jitjet in, na-ang teni jong aphung’a aga lomho abang’e.
This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.
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 will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
9 Na michop dan jong lengpitwi twipen akidon teng, ilei chung le i-ha kahlah’a nal-heova alonlut bang in thanop umhen.
And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.
10 Mounu: Keima ka ngaipenpa-a kahi in, aman jong kei hi ama-a mong in eigel’e.
I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
11 Hung in, goldei, jaolah-a gavahdoh hitin; gammang-pahchaho lah’a jankho gamang khom hite.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge in the villages!
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.
Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!
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 love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!
