Song of Songs 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves, beside thy veil: thy hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
Ka pahren e, nang teh na meihawipoung. Na meihawi tangngak na mit teh minhmai ramuk thung kaawm e Bakhu e mit hoi a kâvan. Nange na sam teh, Gilead mon hoi ka kum e hmaehu patetlah ao.
2 Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one among them.
Nange na hânaw teh a muen ngaw teh thoung sak hnukkhu, ka takhang e tuhu patetlah ao. Buet touh hai kahmat hoeh. Suetalah a kamphek awh.
3 Thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is thy cheek without thy veil.
Nange na pahni teh langsanrui hoi a kâvan. Nange na lawk teh a pâdingsue. Nange na minhmai ramuk thung kaawm e, nange na hnâlakheng teh tale paw tangawntangai hoi a kâvan.
4 Thy neck is as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
Na lahuen hai Devit ni a sak e imrasang hoi a kâvan. Athakaawme taminaw e bahlingnaw pueng, hawvah bahling 1,000 touh a bang awh.
5 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.
Na sanu roi teh ayawn dawk ka pouh e sayuk sakhi samphei hoi a kâvan.
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Kanî a khup hoi kanîka suirasai totouh, Murah mon hoi frankinsen mon totouh ka cei han.
7 Thou art all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in thee.
Ka pahren e nang dawk toun hane banghai awmhoeh. Na meihawi toungloung.
8 Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: thou shalt come and pass from the top of Faith, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Ka imlawinu, kai hoi lebanon mon hoi tho haw. Kai hoi Lebanon mon hoi kum haw. Amana monsom, Senir mon hoi, Hermon monsom, sendek e kâkhu, takainaw a onae mon dawkvah khenhaw!
9 My sister, [my] spouse, thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Kaie ka tangla, ka tawncanu, nang ni ka lungmuenti sak toe. Na mit hoi vai touh na khet e hoi lahuen vai touh na pahei e ni, kaie ka lungthin teh muen na ti sak toe.
10 How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are thy breasts than wine, and the smell of thy garments than all spices!
Kaie ka tangla, ka tawncanu, nange lungpatawnae teh a radip poung. Nange lung na patawnae teh misurtui hlak hoe ahawi. Hmuituinaw hlak hai na tui.
11 Thy lips drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is as the smell of Libanus.
Kaie tangla, nange na pahni teh khoipha patetlah a lawi. Na lai rahim sanutui hoi khoitui ao.
12 My sister, [my] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Kaie tangla, ka tawncanu, ka khan e takha ka tungdum e tuiim, tacikkin e tuiphuek lah ao.
13 Thy shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
Nange thingthainaw teh, ka radip e a paw hoi talepawnaw onae takha, hennakung hoi a hmuituinaw,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
Hmuitui, spiknard hoi saffron, kalamus, nakzik thing hoi, frankinsen, murah, aloe hmuitui, phunkuep ao.
15 a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
Takha thung e naw, tui bu nahanelah tuiim, tuiphueknaw, lebanon mon hoi ka lawng e tuinaw hai ao.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
Tung lae kahlî thaw haw, akalae kahlî tho haw. Kaie takha dawkvah tho awh haw. A hmuituinae naw teh kâkahei naseh. Ka pahren e ni takha thung kâen vaiteh ka radip e paw hah cat naseh.
