Solomon La 5
1 Kaie ka tangla ka tawncanu, ka takha thung kai ka tho toe. Kai ni Murah hoi a hmuitui e phun hah ka pâkhueng toe. Khoitui hoi khoiphanaw hah ka ca toe. Ka huinaw cat awh, net awh, Oe ka pahren, ka boum lah cat net.
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 Kai teh ka i lahun nahai ka lungthin teh a kâhlaw doeh. Ka pahren e lawk teh ka thai doeh. Kaie bakhu, ka pahren e, ka tawncanu, tamikalan, kai hane na paawng pouh haw. Ka lû teh tadamtui hoi, ka samnaw hai karum kabawt e tadamtui hoi a duk toe telah ati teh tho a takhawng.
I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 Kaie ka khohna e teh ka rading toe. Bangtelamaw bout ka kho han. Ka khoknaw hai ka pâsu toe. Bangkong bout kakhin sak han.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Ka pahren ni kut hoi takhang hah ka tanawt teh a paawng torei teh, kaie ka lungthin teh ahni dawk noenae ao toe.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 Ka pahren hanelah takhang paawng pouh hane ka thaw navah, kaie ka kut dawk hoi Murah satui dek a ca. Murah satui teh kaie kutcarei rahak hoi tho khannae dawk hoi a lawng.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 Ka pahren hanelah tho ka paawng pouh navah, Hatei ka pahren teh yo la a tâco toe. Ahnie lawk thai han ka ngai dawk ahni teh ka tawng ei, ka hmawt hoeh, ka kaw ei voi hoeh.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Khopui ka ring e ramvengnaw ni na hmu navah puenghoi na hem awh. Khorapan karingkungnaw ni ka minhmai ramuk na lawp awh.
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Oe Jerusalem canunaw ka pahren hah, na kâhmo pawiteh, kai ni ka pahren lawi, ngaipataw e lah ka o e hah, ahni koe dei pouh loe telah nangmanaw lawk na thui awh.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 Napuinaw thung dawk a meikahawi poung e, nang ni na pahren e teh, alouknaw e phrennae hoi bangtelamaw kâvanhoehnae. Kaimanaw hah hottelah lawk na thui nahanelah, na pahren e teh alouknaw e pahrennae hoi bangtelamaw a kâvanhoehnae,
What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge us?
10 Ka pahren teh, a pangaw palingnae hoi a kawi e teh tami thong hra touh thung dawk ka talue poung lah ao.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the most chief among ten thousand.
11 Ahnie a lû dawkvah, sui patetlah suituici patetlah ao. Ahnie sam teh atha teh, vonga patetlah a tamang.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 Ahnie mit teh palang teng vah sanutui hoi pâsu e bakhunaw hoi a kâvan.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 Ahnie tamboung teh hmuitui e a pei hmui, hmuitui ungnae kahrawngum patetlah ao. Ahnie pahni teh, murah tui kalawng e lili pei patetlah ao.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 Ahnie kutnaw teh talung hoi pathoup e suikuthrawt patetlah ahnie tak teh Sapphire lung hoi pathoup e loukloukkaang e kasaino patetlah ao.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 Ahnie khok teh, suikhom dawk sak e talung phukaawm e khom hoi a kâvan. Ahnie a meilam teh, Lebanon mon patetlah ao teh, Sidar thing patetlah a talue poung.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set on sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 A hni e pahni teh a radip poung teh, a takthai abuemlah ngai a tho poung Jerusalem canu ahni teh ka pahren e ka hui lah ao.
His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
