Song of Solomon 4
1 Groom to Bride: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of 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 flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
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 eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.
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, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
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 like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.
Na rhangsuk rhoi tah tuilipai lakli kah aka luem sakhi rhuinu caphae ca rhoi bangla om.
6 Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Khothaih thoeng tih khokhawn a bawt hil murrah tlang hil neh hmueihtui som duela kamah hamla ka cet ni.
7 You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.
Ka cangyaeh nang tah boeih na sakthen tih na khuiah a lolhmaih om pawh.
8 Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of 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 wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on 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! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.
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 spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.
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 An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.
Ka ngannu vasanu tah dum la a mak, lungkuk la a mak, tuisih bangla catui a hnah thil.
13 You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;
Khotu tale neh, thaihtae cangtham neh, tlansum rhai-ul neh na pumcumnah.
14 aromatic oil and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Lebanon; myrrh and aloe, with all the best ointments.
Dingtawn rhai-ul, singkaek thingsa, hmueihtui thing boeih, murrah thingul, botui boeilu, cungkuem van pawn ni.
15 The fountain of the gardens is a well of living waters, which flow forcefully from Lebanon.
Dum kah tuisih, tuito dongkah hingnah tui neh Lebanon lamloh aka sih pawn ni.
16 Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents.
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.
