Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
Ka cangyaeh nang tah na sakthen ne. Namah tah na samtum te a hnuk kah na vahui mik neh na sakthen ne. Na sam tah Gilead tlang lamkah aka laai maae tuping bangla om.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Na no te tuihlu lamkah aka luei mul rhuep tuping bangla om. Te boeih te phae tih amih te a dueidah laemhong moenih.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
Na hmui tah rhuihet a lingdik bangla om tih na olding tah na samtum hnuk ah na baengpae kah tale phaklung bangla rhoeprhui mai.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
Na rhawn tah David kah rhaltoengim bangla om. Te te lungsang neh a sak tih hlangrhalh photling boeih la a soah photling thawngkhat a bang.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
Na rhangsuk rhoi tah tuilipai lakli kah aka luem sakhi rhuinu caphae ca rhoi bangla om.
6 Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Khothaih thoeng tih khokhawn a bawt hil myrrah tlang hil neh hmueihtui som duela kamah hamla ka cet ni.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
Ka cangyaeh nang tah boeih na sakthen tih na khuiah a lolhmaih om pawh.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summits of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Vasakung nang Lebanon lamloh kamah taengah, Lebanon lamloh kamah taengah na lo coeng. Amanah lu lamloh, Senir lu neh Hermon lamloh, sathueng khuisaek lamloh, kaihlaeng tlang lamloh na yiin coeng.
9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
Ka ngannu aw kai nan hloih coeng. Vasakung aw na mik lamkah pakhat pakhat neh, na rhawn kah oi pakhat neh kai nan hloih.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.
Ka ngannu neh vasanu nang hlo tah sawtthen tangkik. Na hlo tah misurtui lakah hoeikhang tih, botui boeih lakah na situi hmuehmuei tangkik.
11 Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
Vasanu nang kah hmuilai ah khoilitui cip tih na lai yung te khoitui neh suktui om. Na himbai kah hmuehmuei khaw Lebanon hmuehmuei bangla om.
12 My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Ka ngannu vasanu tah dum la a mak, lungkuk la a mak, tuisih bangla catui a hnah thil.
13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,
Khotu tale neh, thaihtae cangtham neh, tlansum rhai-ul neh na pumcumnah.
14 with nard and saffron, with calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, with myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices.
Dingtawn rhai-ul, singkaek thingsa, hmueihtui thing boeih, myrrah thingul, botui boeilu, cungkuem van pawn ni.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
Dum kah tuisih, tuito dongkah hingnah tui neh Lebanon lamloh aka sih pawn ni.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
Tlangpuei aw haenghang lamtah tuithim aw ha thoeng laeh. Oila Ka dum he yaap lamtah a botui te sih lah saeh. Kai hlo loh amah dum la cet saeh lamtah a thaihtae cangtham ca lah saeh.
