Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Laanawk thungah kahoih koek loe Solomon angmah ih laa hae boeh ni.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
A pahni hoiah na mok nasoe, nang palunghaih loe misurtui pongah hoih kue.
3 Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
Na hmuihoihaih loe paroeai koeh han koiah oh; na hmin loe bawh ih hmuihoih tui ah oh; to pongah kacuem tanglanawk mah nang to ang palung o.
4 Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
Kai hae na zae ving ah, cawnhaih hoiah na hnukah kang bang o han; siangpahrang mah angmah ih imkhaan thungah ang hoih; kaicae loe nang ah ka nawm o moe, kang hoe o han; misurtui pongah doeh nang palunghaih to kam oek o haih kue; nang loe nihcae mah palung tangtang ih kami ah na oh.
5 I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Aw Jerusalem canunawk, kai loe ngan amnum, toe Kedar ih kahni im baktih, Solomon iimkhaan pakaahaih kahni baktiah, palung akap han koi kaom ah ka oh.
6 Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
Ni kabae mah paaem moe, ngan kam num pongah, na khen o kuur hmah; kam no ih caanawk mah palung ang phui o thuih pongah, misur takha khenzawnkung ah ang suek o; kaimah ih misur takha loe ka pahnong sut boeh.
7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
Kang palung ih nang oe, tuunawk to naah maw na pacah, naa ih ahmuen ah maw athun ah tuunawk to nang haksak, na thui ah; tipongah kai loe nam pui kalah tuu toepkung hnukah, loklam amkhraeng moe, kahni hoi mikhmai kakhuk khoep nongpata baktiah ka oh han loe?
8 If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
Nongpatanawk thungah kranghoih koek, na panoek ai nahaeloe, tuu caehhaih khokkong to parui ah loe, tuutoep kaminawk ih kahni im taengah nangmah ih maeh caanawk to pacah ah.
9 I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Aw kang palung duek ih tlangai, nang loe Faro ih hrang lakok karuet hrang hoiah kang patah.
10 Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
Naa ah na buen ih naaphaeh hoi tahnong ah na oih ih sui bungmu mah na tangbaengnawk to krang ang hoisak.
11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
Sumkanglung tui hoi sui hoiah pazut ih bungmu to nang hanah kang sak pae o han.
12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
Siangpahrang angmah ih caboi taengah anghnut naah, kai ih hmuihoih tui to amsong.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
Ka palung duek ih ka tlangai loe aqum puek ka tahnu salakah kaom myrrh hmuihoih tui baktiah oh.
14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Kai ih tlangai loe En Gedi misur takha thung ih apawk tangoeng baktiah oh.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
Khenah, krang na hoih parai! Ka tlangai, khenah, na krang hoih parai; na mik doeh pahuu mik baktiah oh.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Khenah, nang loe kranghoih parai! Ka thlangai, ue, palung han akap parai! iihkhun khukhaih kahni doeh hing suep.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Aihnik ih im sakhaih tungnawk loe sidar thing hoiah sak moe, imphu doeh hmaica thing hoiah ni sak.
