Song of Songs 4
1 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves, beside your veil: your hair is as flocks of goats, that have appeared from Galaad.
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 as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and there is not a barren one amongst them.
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 as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: like the rind of a pomegranate is your cheek without your veil.
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 as the tower of David, that was built for an armoury: a thousand shields hang upon it, [and] all darts of mighty men.
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 two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed amongst the lilies.
Na rhangsuk rhoi tah tuilipai lakli kah aka luem sakhi rhuinu caphae ca rhoi bangla om.
6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, I will betake me 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 all fair, my companion, and there is no spot in you.
Ka cangyaeh nang tah boeih na sakthen tih na khuiah a lolhmaih om pawh.
8 Come from Libanus, [my] bride, come from Libanus: you shall 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.
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 My sister, [my] spouse, you have ravished my heart; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain 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 beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! how much more beautiful are your breasts than wine, and the smell of your garments 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 drop honeycomb, my spouse: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is as the smell of Libanus.
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] spouse is a garden enclosed; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Ka ngannu vasanu tah dum la a mak, lungkuk la a mak, tuisih bangla catui a hnah thil.
13 Your shoots are a garden of pomegranates, with the fruit of choice berries; camphor, with spikenard:
Khotu tale neh, thaihtae cangtham neh, tlansum rhai-ul neh na pumcumnah.
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon; with all woods of Libanus, myrrh, aloes, with all chief spices:
Dingtawn rhai-ul, singkaek thingsa, hmueihtui thing boeih, myrrah thingul, botui boeilu, cungkuem van pawn ni.
15 a fountain of a garden, and a well of water springing and gurgling from Libanus.
Dum kah tuisih, tuito dongkah hingnah tui neh Lebanon lamloh aka sih pawn ni.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; and blow through my garden, and let my spices flow out.
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.
