Solomon Labu 8
1 Mounu: Kasopi pasal, kanu noitwija kivahdohpa chu ana hile chun ka titave! Chutileh hoikom hihen, koiyin eihin ve jongleh nahin chop jing thei ing kating, koiman jong ei seise thei ponte.
I would that thou, O my kinsman, wert he that sucked the breasts of my mother; when I found thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, they should not despise me.
2 Chuteng neolaija ka chennau in ah napui ing-katin, kideije ki kihil tante. Hichea chun muinam thet lengpitwi na donsah ingting, ka kolbuthei jutwi lhum jet chu ka donsah ding nahi.
I would take thee, I would bring thee into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me; I would make thee to drink of spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranates.
3 Naban veilang ka lukhap hintin, naban jet lang in eikoi tante.
His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 Vo Jerusalem chanute, kijoldeina kiti hi aphat didol tah alhin kahsea nanghon kaithoulou ding in kitem uvin.
I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the virtues of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.
5 Zailom: Gamthip’a kon hungpheija, agoldei chunga kingailha khu koi hija? Ka hin thoukhang tai hiche theithup phungnoi, na chunnun nahin pensahna, sonat na hin thohpi na mun’a chun.
Who is this that comes up all white, leaning on her kinsman? I raised thee up under an apple-tree; there thy mother brought thee forth; there she that bore thee brought thee forth.
6 Mounu: Na-anglaija Mohor (Namdet melchih) kinam bang in neikoi jin, ajeh chu ngailutna hi thina toh kibanga thahattah ahin, kideina-a kon kithangsetna hi lhankhuh sunga ki um’a kithohgim tobang ahi. Kigoldeina hi meikong banga deo jejua, chule meikong lah-a akoupen tobang ahi. (Sheol h7585)
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave, her shafts are shafts of fire, [even] the flames thereof. (Sheol h7585)
7 Kingailutna hi twi ijat in jong achap mit joupon, vadung hon jong alhohmit joulou ahi. Khat touvin ngailutna hi anei-agou jousen chohtho ding gotaleh, alunggot chu imacha hidehlou ding ahi.
Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, [men] would utterly despise it.
8 Zailom: Keihon sopi numei kumdong, a-ang jong bohdoh nailou khat kanei jui. Khat touvin chongmou din thumna hung nei taleh, ka sopinu’u dinga ipi ka bolpeh thei diu ham?
Our sister is little, and has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister, in the day wherein she shall be spoken for?
9 Ama hi pal banga ding jangpet nungah theng ahileh, gal panmun sang dangka-a ka sem uva ka venbit diu ahi. Hinlah ama chu kotkha kikaile-kisonle banga detna neilou khat ahileh, ama venna dinga Cedar thinga pal kakam diu ahi.
If she is a wall, let us build upon her silver bulwarks; and if she is a door, let us carve for her cedar panels.
10 Mounu: Keima pal banga ding jang nungah theng chu kana hi-e, tuhin ka-ang teni hi insang kisa inting vum abang’e. Ka goldeipan eihin vet teng, ka chunga athilmu chung ah alunglhai ngeije.
I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers; I was in their eyes as one that found peace.
11 Solomon in Baal-hamon ah lengpilei aneiyin, hichu lou natongho asansah-in, amaho jouse chun atheiga man dingin dangka sangkhat apecheh-uve.
Solomon had a vineyard in Beelamon; he let his vineyard to keepers; every one was to bring for its fruit a thousand [pieces] of silver.
12 Hinlah keima lengpilei hi keija mong ahi in, keiman kapeh ding ahi. Solomon in dangka sangkhat eipeh angai poi. Hinla theiga ngah-a pangho vang dangka jani cheh kapeh ding ahi.
My vineyard, even mine, is before me; Solomon [shall have] a thousand, and they that keep its fruit two hundred.
13 Moulang: Honleija cham jing, O ngainu, naloi ten nangma awgin ajah jeh-un avangphauve, keima jong nei jahsah-in.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: make me hear [it].
14 Mounu: Hung in, O ka ngaipen pa! Muinam theiho pahna lhang chunga sapeng gol le sakhi chalgol bang in chom letan!
Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.
