Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?
Huta lakli kah sakthen aw, na hlo melam a caeh? Na hlo melam a mael? Anih te namah taengah kan toem mai eh.
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Kamah hlo tah amah dum la, canglak botui taengla, dum ah luem ham neh tuilipai te yoep hamla suntla.
3 I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.
Kai tah kamah hlo ham tih tuilipai lakli ah aka luem kamah hlo tah kamah ham saeh.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
Ka cangyaeh tah Tirzah bangla na sakthen pai. Rhimom Jerusalem bangla na rhoeprhui tih hnitai aka pai van pawn ni.
5 Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.
Na mik te kai hmai lamloh hoi laeh. Amih loh kai n'hnaep. Na sam Gilead lamkah aka laai maae tuping van pawn ni.
6 Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.
Na no khaw tuihlu lamloh aka luei tumanu ping van pawn ni. Amih tah boeih phae tih a taengah dueidah laemhong a om moenih.
7 Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.
Na samtum hnuk ah na baengpae tah tale phaklung van pawn ni.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.
Manghainu te sawmrhuk, yula sawmrhet neh hula hlangmi naa moenih.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
Ka vahui he amah bueng tih amah bueng ni ka cuemhmuet sak. A sak khuiah khaw anih tah a manu hamla caih. Anih tah tanu rhoek loh a hmuh uh tih manghainu loh a uem dongah yula rhoek loh a thangthen bal.
10 Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
Sakthen mincang bangla, khocil hla bangla, rhimom khomik bangla, hnitai aka pai bangla a dan he unim?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
Soklong thing duei hmuh hamla, misur duei tih tale khooi nim sawt hamla yungkha dum ah ka suntla.
12 I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.
Ka hinglu loh Amminadib kah leng dongla kai n'khueh pataeng ka ming moenih.
13 Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.
Mael mai dae, mael mai dae, Sulamit aw mael mai dae, mael mai dae, namah te ni kan dan eh. Tongpang Balae tih Sulamit tah rhaehhmuen lamcawn la n'dan eh?
