Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold, thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of mount Gilead.
प्रेमी प्रेमिकासित बोल्दैः हे मेरी प्रिय, तिमी सुन्दरी छ्यौ । तिमी सुन्दरी छ्यौ । घुम्टोभित्र लुकेका तिम्रा आँखा ढुकुरजस्ता छन् । तिम्रो कपाल गिलाद पहाडबाट झरिरहेका बाख्राहरूको बगालजस्तो छ ।
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.
तिम्रा दाँत भरखरै कत्रेका, नुहाउने ठाउँबाट आएका भेडीहरूको बथानजस्तै छन् । हरेकको जुम्ल्याहा छ, र तिनीहरूका बिचमा कोही पनि एकलो छैन ।
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.
तिम्रा ओठ सिन्दुरे रङको धागोजस्ता राता छन् । तिम्रो मुख मायालु छ । तिम्रा गालाहरू घुम्टोभित्रका दुई फ्याक परेका दारिमहरूजस्ता छन् ।
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men.
तिम्रो घाँटी सिपाहीहरूका एक हजार ढाल झुण्ड्याइएको, पत्थरहरूको लहरमा निर्मित दाऊदको धरहराजस्तो छ ।
5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
तिम्रा दुई स्तन दुईवटा पाठाजस्ता छन्, लिलीहरूको बिचमा चर्ने हरिणका जुम्ल्याहा पाठाजस्ता छन् ।
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
बिहान भएर छाया नभागेसम्म म मूर्रको पहाड र धूपको डाँडामा उक्लने छु ।
7 Thou are all fair, my love, and there is no spot in thee.
हे मेरी प्रिय, तिमी हर क्षेत्रमा सुन्दरी छ्यौ, र तिमीमा कुनै खोट छैन ।
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
हे मेरी दुलही, लेबनानबाट आऊ । लेबनानबाट मसितै आऊ । अमानाको टाकुराबाट ओर्लेर आऊ; सेनीर र हेर्मोनको टाकुराबाट, सिंहहरूको ओडार र चितुवाहरूका पहाडी अखडाबाट आऊ ।
9 Thou have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. Thou have ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
हे मेरी बहिनी, मेरी दुलही, तिमीले मेरो हृदय चोरेकी छौ । एकै नजरले, तिम्रो हारको रत्नले तिमीले मेरो हृदय चोरेकी छौ ।
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
हे मेरी बहिनी, मेरी दुलही, तिम्रो प्रेम कति सुन्दर छ! तिम्रो प्रेम दाखमद्यभन्दा कति असल छ! कुनै पनि मसलाभन्दा तिम्रो अत्तरको बास्ना सुगन्धित छ ।
11 Thy lips, O my bride, drop the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
हे मेरी दुलही, तिम्रा ओठले मह चुहाउँछन् । मह र दूध तिम्रो जिब्रोमूनि छन् । तिम्रो लुगाको बास्ना लेबनानको बास्नाझैँ छ ।
12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
हे मेरी बहिनी, मेरी दुलही बन्द गरिएको बगैँचाझैँ, छोपिएको फुहाराझैँ छिन् ।
13 Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
तिम्रा हाँगाहरू उत्तम फल फलाउने अनारका रुखहरू, मेहदी र जटामसीको कुञ्जझैँ,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
जटामसी र केशर, बोझो र दालचिनीसाथै हर किसिमका मसलाहरू, मूर्र र एलावासाथै हर किसिमका सुगन्धित मसलाहरूको कुञ्जझैँ छन् ।
15 Thou are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
तिमी त बगैँचाको फुहारा, ताजा पानीको इनार, लेबनानबाट बहने खोलाहरू हौ । प्रेमिका प्रेमीसित बोल्दैः
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south, blow upon my garden, that the spices of it may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
ए उत्तरी बतास, बिउँझी । ए दक्षिणी बतास, आइज । मेरो बगैँचाका मसलाहरूले आ-आफ्ना सुगन्ध फैलाउन सकून् भनेर यहाँबाट बह । मेरा प्रेमी उहाँको बगैँचामा आऊन्, र उसका उत्तम फलहरू खाऊन् ।
