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.
Moulang: Namelhoi ngeije, ngainu, seidoh jou hoi hilouvin nahoi ngeije. Na ponlukhuh noija namit teni vakhu abang jeng’e. Nasam kailha jong Gilead lhang dunga kon kel-hon hung kijot suh abang jeng’e.
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.
Naha ho kelngoi kihet ngousel jouchet’na kisop thengsel bang in akangleh jeng’e. Na mehiuheo dan nolnabei ahin, na hatu jouse jong akigol khom dildel uve.
3 Your lips are as red as scarlet thread. Your mouth is gorgeous. Your cheeks are the blushing color of pomegranates behind your veil.
Nane geiteni jong patsandup abangin, nakam jeng jong mihiptah ahi. Na bengmai langto jong na ponlukhuh noijah kolbuthei chang asan jit jet abang jenge.
4 Your neck is as tall and shapely as David's tower, with your necklaces like the hanging shields of a thousand warriors.
Na ngongchang jong David insang, migal-hang asang aja galmanchah-omphoa kijem pah jeng toh abangin avet-hoi ngeije.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns, two gazelles feeding among the lilies.
Na-ang teni jong sapengnou teni, Lily pah lah-a lhale sapengnou pengkop teni abange.
6 Before the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear, I must hurry to those mountains of myrrh and frankincense.
Khovahkon huilhi nun masang, jan muthim lim kiheimang masang ah; keiman Myrrh molsang kajot’na, bego lhangdung ka jot touding ahitai.
7 You are incredibly beautiful, my darling—you are absolutely flawless!
Nangma na pumpin nahoije, ngainu, na hoi chamkim ngeiye.
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.
Lebanon’a kon in neihin juiyin, ka deilhennu, neihin jui tan Lebanon’a kon in. Senir le Hermon molvum, keipi-bahkai ho kokhuh umna lah, Kei-ahsite chenna lhang, hin juisuh-in Amana Molsanga kon’in hung kumsuh tan.
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.
Nang in ka lungsung na lodim in, ka goulu nahi, kangai ka jiding nu. Na khivui val emsel toh namit-ha’a neivet dan in ei hentang den jeng tai.
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.
Nei ngailutnan ei kipa thanop sah-e, ka goulu nahi; ka ngai kaji ding nu. Nei ngaina hi lengpitwi sang in alhumjon, na gimnamtwi hi pahnamtwi sang in jong atwi joi.
11 Nectar drips from your lips; milk and honey are under your tongue. The smell of your clothes is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Na negei teni khoiju sang in alhum joi, O ka ji ding nu. Nalei noija khoiju le bongnoi aume. Na von jouse jong Lebanon lhangpah gimtwi anam’e.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked garden, a spring of water that is closed, a fountain that is sealed.
Nangma hi keija ding monga pahcha lei, goulu, chongmou chule khal laiya twinah kiselguh tobang nahi.
13 Your channel is a paradise of pomegranates, full of the best fruits, with henna and nard,
Na pheichung jong kolbuthei toh muinam kikhat tah henna,
14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all kinds of trees producing frankincense, myrrh, aloes, and the finest spices.
Chule leipah namtwi toh sehlhum, kolju le thingthal, bego le Myrhh, aloe le muinam jouse dinga kingapna ahi.
15 You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, a flowing stream from Lebanon.
Nangma honlei twinah, twichim twikul; Lebanon lhanga kon hung longlha tobang nahi.
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.
Mounu: Khang in, Sahlam khohui! thouvin, lhanglam khohui! Ka honlei jon ah hung nung in lang akimvel jouse agimtwi hi lhutsohhel tan. O ka goldeipa, na honleija hin hunglut in lang, theiga hoipen hung kilon lang, hung nen.
