Song of Solomon 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
Moulang: Keima ka kallha luttai ka honlei, kagoulu, kajidinu komah! Keiman Myrrh toh amuinam theiho ka chomkhom in, ka khoiphanga khoiju ka chop’e. Ka lengpitwi toh bongnoi ka don’e.
2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
Zailom: O goldei le ngai umte, neuvin lang, don un! Henge, ngailutna hi donkham vaset un.
3 — I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —
Mounu: Keima ka-ihmun, hinlah kalung alimgeh-e kangai penpan kot ahin kiuva eihin kou awgin: “Kot neihonin, O kagoulu, kangainu, kavakhu, kadinga chamkimpen; ka lujang daitwi akottan, ka jangsam daitwi alhopsoh tai,” tia ahinsei kajah chun keiman kadonbut in: “Keiman von kana kisutlhah man tan, kahung kivon kit ding ham? Ka keng kana kisop ngim tan, ka chotnen kit ding ham?”
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned for him.
Kangai penpan kot chu ahin hong gotan, hichun ka lung thathou lheh jeng tai.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.
Keiman ka dongmapa kot honpeh ding in thanom tah in ka chomdoh-in, ka khut chung ah jong gimnamtwi kavatnatsah-in ahi. Ka khut jung Myrrh gimtwija chun kotkil chu kahong tan ahi.
6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
Kangai penpa din kot kahonpeh tan, hinlah ama anaum tapoi! Kalung lhadah del jeng tai. Ama holnan kadahlen, hinlah kamu jouta poi. Ka koule-in hinlah adonbutna awgin akija tapoi.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Janlaija khongah hon khosung avel le laijun eihung mudoh-un, eijep pop chetchut jeng un, ka ponlukhuh eihodoh peh-un ahi.
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.
Vo Jerusalem chanute, katem nahiuve-kadongmapa na kimupi khah bang uleh, ama lhangai nan ka tahsa akem lheh jeng tai tihi neina seipeh tauvin.
9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?
Zailom: Idinga na dongma pachu midang jouse sanga dei um chomdeh hija ham, O melhoi kidang lanu? Ipin na dongma pachu atumbeh-a alulsah chom hija keihon nei temnau chu ka nun diu ham?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
Mounu: Kangai penpa chu donghoisel in avouso ajolsel in, aemsel jeng in, midang asang-aja sang in ahoijoi.
11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
Alujang chu songmantam sang in ahoijon, asam jang va-ah vom bang in avom’e.
12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
Amit teni khaltwi panga tou vakhu bang in aval lheng in, sana khiba bongnoitwi-a kisop ngimsel tobang ahi.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
Abengmai chu muinampah honlei, gimtwi hinlhut dohji tobang khu ahi. Ane geiteni jong Lily pah Myrrh gimtwi kichap khum tobang ahi.
14 His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
Abanjang jong sana pum kihehkol’a sana pahjema kijempol bangin alhanlhaije. Atahsa pum saiha kinotval lhenga, Sapphire songa ki tomjol toh abang’e.
15 His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
Akengteni jong sana khomtoa kon kitungdoh ngunsong khom abang’e. Atahsa gongso adingchah-in, Lebanon lhang bang in ahuikaijin, alhang lehvuma Cedar thing huikai abang’e.
16 His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Akamsung alhum in, imalam jousea dei umtah chu ahi. Vo Jerusalem chanute, ka ngaipen; ka goldei chu hitobang chu ahi.
