Song of Solomon 6
1 'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?'
Zailom: Nagoldei hoiya che hitam, O melhoi kidang lanu? Nahin holpeh-uvinge, nei seipeh’un hoilam ajot ham?
2 'My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Mounu: Kagoldeipa muinam theiho pahna ahonleijah akumsuh tai, hon leilaija akelngoite vahding le Lily pahho loukhom ding in.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among the lilies.'
Keima ka ngaipenpa-a kahin, ama keija ahi. Ama akelngoi Lily pah lah’a avah-e.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Moulang: Ngainu, namelhoi ngeije, vetnom umtah Tirzah khopi, Jerusalem tobang’in na hoijin; galsat-galhang hon ponlap akidop bang uvin na thupi-e.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.
Namit tenin avet nalang heiphei jin, ijeh-inem itileh na hoinan haisa mo in eilhai. Nasam kailha jong Gilead lhangdunga kon kel-hon hung kijotsuh abang jeng’e.
6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
Naha ho kelngoi kihet ngousel jouchet’na kisop thengsel bang in akangleh jeng’e. Na mehiuheo dan nolnabei ahi in, na hatu jouse jong akigolkhom dildel uve.
7 Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
Na bengmai langto jong na ponlukhuh noijah kolbuthei chang asan jitjet abang jeng’e.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and maidens without number.
Lengnu somgup, thaikem somget chule sim’a simsenlou nungah khangdong aum in,
9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Hijeng jongleh kenvang ka vakho, achamkim pen nu-anun adeilhen pen, ahing nun dottah’a angailut pen nu bou hi ka deilhen pen’e. Nungah khangdong hon jong angai sang uvin, lengnu tamtah le leng inpia thaikemho jeng in jong ngaisang nan ala choijun:
10 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?
“Koi hija ham, taikho vah banga hung vahdoh-a, chollha banga vet-hoi lheh jenga, nisa banga vah emsela, galsat ho ponlap dop banga gimnei jeng hi?” atiuvin ahi.
11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Mounu: Kei jong ka kumsuh-e beleija bepah veding le phaichama hamhing hung dondoh thahho veding, chule lengpigui ho dondoh soh tam, kolbutheiho jong pahsoh hitam ti gave lha ding in.
12 Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.
Hinlah keiman ka kigeldoh masang in, ka lhangai mama jeng na lungthim chun eipui lut tai; keidia milalpa sakol kangtol sung ah.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.
Zailom: Hung kile in, hung kile kit tan, O Shulam nungahnu. Hung kinung heijin, hung kit in, i-kimuto kit theina diuvin. Moulang: Shulam nungahnun lamthem ho golnia akigol uva alam nau kikah-a achephei dimdem khu i-dinga nanghon na galdot jing’u hitantem?
