Song of Songs 5
1 Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
Kaie ka tangla ka tawncanu, ka takha thung kai ka tho toe. Kai ni Murah hoi a hmuitui e phun hah ka pâkhueng toe. Khoitui hoi khoiphanaw hah ka ca toe. Ka huinaw cat awh, net awh, Oe ka pahren, ka boum lah cat net.
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Kai teh ka i lahun nahai ka lungthin teh a kâhlaw doeh. Ka pahren e lawk teh ka thai doeh. Kaie bakhu, ka pahren e, ka tawncanu, tamikalan, kai hane na paawng pouh haw. Ka lû teh tadamtui hoi, ka samnaw hai karum kabawt e tadamtui hoi a duk toe telah ati teh tho a takhawng.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
Kaie ka khohna e teh ka rading toe. Bangtelamaw bout ka kho han. Ka khoknaw hai ka pâsu toe. Bangkong bout kakhin sak han.
4 My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
Ka pahren ni kut hoi takhang hah ka tanawt teh a paawng torei teh, kaie ka lungthin teh ahni dawk noenae ao toe.
5 I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
Ka pahren hanelah takhang paawng pouh hane ka thaw navah, kaie ka kut dawk hoi Murah satui dek a ca. Murah satui teh kaie kutcarei rahak hoi tho khannae dawk hoi a lawng.
6 I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
Ka pahren hanelah tho ka paawng pouh navah, Hatei ka pahren teh yo la a tâco toe. Ahnie lawk thai han ka ngai dawk ahni teh ka tawng ei, ka hmawt hoeh, ka kaw ei voi hoeh.
7 The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Khopui ka ring e ramvengnaw ni na hmu navah puenghoi na hem awh. Khorapan karingkungnaw ni ka minhmai ramuk na lawp awh.
8 I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
Oe Jerusalem canunaw ka pahren hah, na kâhmo pawiteh, kai ni ka pahren lawi, ngaipataw e lah ka o e hah, ahni koe dei pouh loe telah nangmanaw lawk na thui awh.
9 What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful amongst women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
Napuinaw thung dawk a meikahawi poung e, nang ni na pahren e teh, alouknaw e phrennae hoi bangtelamaw kâvanhoehnae. Kaimanaw hah hottelah lawk na thui nahanelah, na pahren e teh alouknaw e pahrennae hoi bangtelamaw a kâvanhoehnae,
10 My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
Ka pahren teh, a pangaw palingnae hoi a kawi e teh tami thong hra touh thung dawk ka talue poung lah ao.
11 His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
Ahnie a lû dawkvah, sui patetlah suituici patetlah ao. Ahnie sam teh atha teh, vonga patetlah a tamang.
12 His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
Ahnie mit teh palang teng vah sanutui hoi pâsu e bakhunaw hoi a kâvan.
13 His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
Ahnie tamboung teh hmuitui e a pei hmui, hmuitui ungnae kahrawngum patetlah ao. Ahnie pahni teh, murah tui kalawng e lili pei patetlah ao.
14 His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
Ahnie kutnaw teh talung hoi pathoup e suikuthrawt patetlah ahnie tak teh Sapphire lung hoi pathoup e loukloukkaang e kasaino patetlah ao.
15 His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
Ahnie khok teh, suikhom dawk sak e talung phukaawm e khom hoi a kâvan. Ahnie a meilam teh, Lebanon mon patetlah ao teh, Sidar thing patetlah a talue poung.
16 His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
A hni e pahni teh a radip poung teh, a takthai abuemlah ngai a tho poung Jerusalem canu ahni teh ka pahren e ka hui lah ao.
