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!
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 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.
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 tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute 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 beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned 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 beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon 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6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke.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.
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 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.
Khopui ka ring e ramvengnaw ni na hmu navah puenghoi na hem awh. Khorapan karingkungnaw ni ka minhmai ramuk na lawp awh.
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of 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 thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge 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 beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
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] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
Ahnie a lû dawkvah, sui patetlah suituici patetlah ao. Ahnie sam teh atha teh, vonga patetlah a tamang.
12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
Ahnie mit teh palang teng vah sanutui hoi pâsu e bakhunaw hoi a kâvan.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid 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 gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid [with] sapphires;
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, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent 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 mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, 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.
