Song of Solomon 4
1 How beautiful you look, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair flows down like a flock of goats descending Mount 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 as white as a flock of sheep that are just shorn and washed. None of them are missing—they are all perfectly matched.
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 as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
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 as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
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 breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
Na rhangsuk rhoi tah tuilipai lakli kah aka luem sakhi rhuinu caphae ca rhoi bangla om.
6 Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
Khothaih thoeng tih khokhawn a bawt hil myrrah tlang hil neh hmueihtui som duela kamah hamla ka cet ni.
7 You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
Ka cangyaeh nang tah boeih na sakthen tih na khuiah a lolhmaih om pawh.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon. Come down from the peak of Amana, from the peaks of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains where leopards live.
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 stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. With just one look you stole my heart, with just one sparkle from a single one of your necklaces.
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 wonderful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is sweeter than wine. The way you smell from your perfumed oils is better than any spice.
Ka ngannu neh vasanu nang hlo tah sawtthen tangkik. Na hlo tah misurtui lakah hoeikhang tih, botui boeih lakah na situi hmuehmuei tangkik.
11 Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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 My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
Ka ngannu vasanu tah dum la a mak, lungkuk la a mak, tuisih bangla catui a hnah thil.
13 Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
Khotu tale neh, thaihtae cangtham neh, tlansum rhai-ul neh na pumcumnah.
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
Dingtawn rhai-ul, singkaek thingsa, hmueihtui thing boeih, myrrah thingul, botui boeilu, cungkuem van pawn ni.
15 You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.
Dum kah tuisih, tuito dongkah hingnah tui neh Lebanon lamloh aka sih pawn ni.
16 Wake up, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden so its scent may be carried on the breeze. Let my love come to his garden and eat its best fruits.
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.
