Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Kai tah Sharon rhaimoei neh tuikol kah tuilipai ni.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Mutlo hling puem kah tuilipai bangla tanu lakli tah kamah cangyaeh van pawn ni.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Duup thing lakli thaihthawn kah bangla tongpa lakli ah tah kamah hlo van pawn ni. A hlipkhup ah ka naep tih ka ngol vaengah a thaih khaw ka dang dongah didip mai.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
Misur im la kai n'khuen tih kai soah amah kah lungnah hnitai a hlaek.
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
Ka lungnah he a tloh dongah yukhap neh kai n'duel tih thaihthawn neh kai n'caih sak.
6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
A banvoei kut te ka lu hmui la a tloeng tih a bantang kut loh kai n'kop.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Jerusalem nu rhoek nang te kan caeng coeng. Kohong kah sakhi rhuinu long khaw sayuk long khaw n'haeng boel saeh. Lungnah loh a ngaih duela haenghang boeh.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Kai hlo ol tah tlang dong a poe, mol dong a buem tih ha pawk coeng he.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
Kamah hlo tah kirhang neh rhangrhaeh ca aka puet ni. Mah kah thoh hlip ah pai he ne, bangbuet lamloh m'hmaitang tih thohhuel lamloh khooi.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
Kamah hlo loh n'doo tih kai taengah, “Ka sakthen neh ka cangyaeh nang te thoo laeh, nang mah halo laeh,” a ti.
11 For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
Sikding, sikding a poeng atah khonal mael tih amah la cet coeng he.
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Diklai ah rhaipai phoe tih laa sak tue pai. Mah khohmuen ah vahu ol n'yaak coeng.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”
Thaibu a haengkang te hminkhah coeng tih, misur thaihmoe loh hmuehmuei a yal coeng. Thoo laeh oe, ka sakthen neh ka cangyaeh nang te lo dae lamtah namah mah lo laeh.
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
Ka vahui aw, thaelpang thaelrhaep ah khaw, longpoeng huephael ah khaw na mueimae te kai n'tueng lah. Na ol te tui tih na mueimae a rhoeprhui dongah na ol te ka yaak lah mako.
15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Mah misurdum tah a thaihmoe dongah misurdum aka phae maetang, maetang ca rhoek te mah hamla tu sih.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
Kamah hlo tah kamah ham saeh lamtah kai khaw anih hamla tuilipai lakli ah ka luem.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
Khothaih thoeng tih khokhawn a rhaelrham hil khaw mael laeh. Kai hlo nang loh tlang naeng kah kirhang neh rhangrhaeh ca khaw puet lah.
