1 Corinthians 13
1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a ringing gong or a clanging cymbal.
Jodi moi manu aru sorgo duth khan laga bhasha pora koi, kintu moi logote morom nai koile, titia hoile ami to ekta hala kori thaka tina nisena ase nohoile bhi ekta awaj di thaka thali nisena ase.
2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
Aru jodi moi logote bhabobani laga bordan aru bujhi bole napara kotha aru sob bujhi jaa gyaan khan ase koile, aru jodi moi logote pahar ke hata bole para laga biswas ase, kintu jodi ami logote morom to nai, tinehoile ami to eku bhi nohoi.
3 If I give all I possess to the poor and exult in the surrender of my body, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Aru jodi ami laga dhun sompoti khan sob bhag kori diye, aru jodi moi laga gaw ke boli nimite daan di diye, kintu ami logote morom nai koile, moi eku bhi labh nohobo.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
Morom to rukhibole pare aru norom ase; morom to suku najule; morom to phutani nadikhai, etu khong nohoi.
5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no account of wrongs.
Etu khechera nakore, etu nijor nimite nabisare, etu joldi ghusa nauthe, etu golti khan ke monte narakhe.
6 Love takes no pleasure in evil, but rejoices in the truth.
Etu adharmik kaam khan te khushi nakore, hoilebi hosa te khushi kore.
7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Etu sobke dhorjo kori bole pare, sob te biswas rakhe, sob asha rakhe, dukh digdar te dhorjo kori bole pare.
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be restrained; where there is knowledge, it will be dismissed.
Morom kitia bhi khotom nohoi. Kintu bhabobani khan laga bordan khan bhi sob khotom hoi jabo: alag kisim laga bhasha kori bole para laga bordan, aru gyaan laga bordan khan sob khotom hoi jabo.
9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
Kilekoile amikhan etu bhabobani aru gyaan ke pura najane aru adha kaam he kore.
10 but when the perfect comes, the partial passes away.
Kintu jitia pura thik thaka to ahibo, titia juntu khan pura nohoi, eitu khan sob khotom hoi jabo.
11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I set aside childish ways.
Jitia moi bacha thakisele, moi bacha nisena kotha korise, moi bacha nisena bhabona korise, moi bacha nisena kaam kori thakise. Jitia moi dangor manu hoise, moi bacha nisena laga kaam khan sob chari dise.
12 Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
Kilekoile etiya amikhan ayna te bhal pora sabole napare, kintu pichete usor pora ekjon-ekjon laga chehera sabole paribo. Etiya moi olop bhag he jane, kintu pichete moi pura jani jabo, jineka Isor pora amike pura janikena ase.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.
Kintu etu tinta to thaki jabo: biswas, asha aru morom. Kintu eitu khan majote sob pora dangor to morom ase.
