Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
Kai teh Sharon e rosi pei hoi kâvan teh ayawn dawk e lili pei lah ka o.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Ka pahren e nang teh, ka lungpataw e tangla, pâkhingum e, lili pei patetlah na o.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
Kahrawngum ka paw e Epal thingkung patetlah ka pahren nang teh, thoundounnaw e rahak na o. Kai teh ahnie tâhlip dawk kanawmca lah ka o teh, a paw teh kai hanelah a radip poung oe.
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
Ahni ni kai teh buvennae im koe na hrawi teh, kaie lathueng a yap e hni teh a lungpatawnae doeh.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
Kai teh ngaipatawnae hoi ka o dawkvah misur hoi Epal paw hoi lung bout na pahawi haw.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Ahnie avoilae a kut ka lû rahim a ta teh, aranglae kut hoi na takawi na seh.
7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
Oe Jerusalem canu ka pahren e teh, a mahmawk a kâhlaw hoeh roukrak na pâhlaw awh hoeh nahanelah, kahrawng e sayuk sakhinaw thoebo laihoi nangmouh teh lawk na thui awh.
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Khenhaw! ka pahren e lawk doeh. Montang monruinaw yawngtapue laihoi a tho.
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
Ka pahren e teh, sayuk sakhi ca patetlah ao. Rapan lawilah a kangdue. Hlalangaw koe a khet teh, hlalangaw koe a kâpâtue.
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
Ka pahren ni na kaw teh, a dei e lawk teh, ka pahren poung e tangla, a meikahawi e, thaw nateh tho haw.
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
Khenhaw! kasik hai aloum teh cotui hai abaw toe.
12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
Talai van vah, a peinaw a kamhlawng toe. Tavanaw hai a cainae tue a pha toe. Maimae ram vah, bakhu lawk hai thai toe.
13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
Thaibunglung kung a pawnaw hai a hmin toe. Misurkung hai a pei teh, a hmuitui toe. Ka pahren e ka imlawinu, a meikahawi poung e, thaw nateh tho leih.
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
Lungsong rahak e bakhu, na mei heh na hmawt sak haw. Na lawk hai na thaisak haw. Na lawk a rading teh na mei teh ngai ao poung.
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
Maimae misurnaw teh a pei lahun toung dawkvah, misurkungnaw ka raphoe hane Asuinaw hoi Asuicanaw hah man awh.
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
Kaie ka pahren e teh kai hanelah ao e patetlah kai hai ahni hanelah ka o. Ahni teh tucahunaw hah kahrawngum a khoum teh a kawkhik.
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Khohmo a kahma teh, khodai totouh ka pahren teh Bether mon dawk e sayuk sakhi patetlah doeh ao.
