Song of Solomon 2
1 I AM the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
Mounu: Kei hi Sharon phaichama pahcha chule phaichama lily pah kahi.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Moulang: Ahi ngeije, lingnang lah-a lily aum bang in, nungah khangdong ho lah-a kadei nu aum e.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Mounu: Thei-hon sunga theithup twipen aum bang in, gollhang khangdong lah-in ka dongma pa aum’e. Alimdam noija keima ka touvin, atheiga twitah chu kane’e.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Aman golvahna in dan sung ah ei kilhon lutpin, eikhohsah dan hi akichen lheh jeng’e.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Lengpi theigan nei thahatsah-in lang, theithup gan nei kidodoh sah-in, ijeh-inem itileh keima nangma ngaija haisam pai ding kahi.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Aban veilam ka kikhap in, aban jet in eijut lelei.
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Vo Jerusalem chanute, lou jaova sapeng le sakhi min pan’a katem nahiuve; achama ahung kipatdoh ngal lou leh kideina hi nanghon tildoh tho ahilouleh suh-khahtho din got dauvin.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
O, kangai penpa ahung phei gin kajai! Molsang sang ahinlhah-in, alhang alhang ahin lhah-e.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
Kangaipa hi man-gangtah sapeng gol tobang le sakhi chalgol tobang ahi. Veuvin, bangtom ah khun ama ading in; bangkot vangkah-a kon in ahin ven, pindan sung ahin velhin ahi.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Kangaipan aseije, “Kithouvin, ngainu! Hiti hin kijot mang ta hite, O melhoi!
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
Ven, phalbi a kichai tai; chule gojuh jong atang tai.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
Pahchate ahung jamdoh tauvin, vachate mao jinjen lai phat kum kihei ahung lhung tan, vahui hamgin in ikom-ivel khohui alodim tai.
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Theichang aga pantan, chule lengpipah gimvui akitung tai. Thouvin, ngainu! Hung in gavahdoh hite, O melhoi!”
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Moulang: Kol song panga songpi khi kah-ah kavakhu akiselle. Na somai nei musah-in, na awgin nei jahsah in. Ajeh chu na awgin angeiyin, na somai ahoi ngeije.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Zailom: Sealte khu man uvin, khuche sealneo ho khun kingailutna lengpilei laidung ahin chilthang masang uvin, man uvin, ijeh-inem itileh lengpithei pahlai ahitai!
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Mounu: Ka ngailutpa hi keija ahi in, keima ama-a kahi. Aman kelngoite Lily pahho lah-in alhajin, avahva ji’e.
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Khovahkon huilhi ahung nun masang, chule jan muthim lim jong akihei mang masang in, ka heng hin jon kit in; O ka ngai goldei, Bether lhangdunga sa peng gol ahilouleh sakhi chalgol hunglhai bangchan hung kit teijin.
