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 have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
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 am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] 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 do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do 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 sent his hand from the network, 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 to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] 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 withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, and he did not answer me.
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 who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with 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 above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured 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] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
11 Ahnie a lû dawkvah, sui patetlah suituici patetlah ao. Ahnie sam teh atha teh, vonga patetlah a tamang.
His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
12 Ahnie mit teh palang teng vah sanutui hoi pâsu e bakhunaw hoi a kâvan.
His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
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 the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] 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 rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered 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 limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice 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 sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
