Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Ka pahren e, nang teh na meihawipoung. Na meihawi tangngak na mit teh minhmai ramuk thung kaawm e Bakhu e mit hoi a kâvan. Nange na sam teh, Gilead mon hoi ka kum e hmaehu patetlah ao.
2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Nange na hânaw teh a muen ngaw teh thoung sak hnukkhu, ka takhang e tuhu patetlah ao. Buet touh hai kahmat hoeh. Suetalah a kamphek awh.
3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Nange na pahni teh langsanrui hoi a kâvan. Nange na lawk teh a pâdingsue. Nange na minhmai ramuk thung kaawm e, nange na hnâlakheng teh tale paw tangawntangai hoi a kâvan.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Na lahuen hai Devit ni a sak e imrasang hoi a kâvan. Athakaawme taminaw e bahlingnaw pueng, hawvah bahling 1,000 touh a bang awh.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Na sanu roi teh ayawn dawk ka pouh e sayuk sakhi samphei hoi a kâvan.
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Kanî a khup hoi kanîka suirasai totouh, Murah mon hoi frankinsen mon totouh ka cei han.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Ka pahren e nang dawk toun hane banghai awmhoeh. Na meihawi toungloung.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Ka imlawinu, kai hoi lebanon mon hoi tho haw. Kai hoi Lebanon mon hoi kum haw. Amana monsom, Senir mon hoi, Hermon monsom, sendek e kâkhu, takainaw a onae mon dawkvah khenhaw!
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
Kaie ka tangla, ka tawncanu, nang ni ka lungmuenti sak toe. Na mit hoi vai touh na khet e hoi lahuen vai touh na pahei e ni, kaie ka lungthin teh muen na ti sak toe.
10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Kaie ka tangla, ka tawncanu, nange lungpatawnae teh a radip poung. Nange lung na patawnae teh misurtui hlak hoe ahawi. Hmuituinaw hlak hai na tui.
11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Kaie tangla, nange na pahni teh khoipha patetlah a lawi. Na lai rahim sanutui hoi khoitui ao.
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Kaie tangla, ka tawncanu, ka khan e takha ka tungdum e tuiim, tacikkin e tuiphuek lah ao.
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Nange thingthainaw teh, ka radip e a paw hoi talepawnaw onae takha, hennakung hoi a hmuituinaw,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
Hmuitui, spiknard hoi saffron, kalamus, nakzik thing hoi, frankinsen, murah, aloe hmuitui, phunkuep ao.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Takha thung e naw, tui bu nahanelah tuiim, tuiphueknaw, lebanon mon hoi ka lawng e tuinaw hai ao.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Tung lae kahlî thaw haw, akalae kahlî tho haw. Kaie takha dawkvah tho awh haw. A hmuituinae naw teh kâkahei naseh. Ka pahren e ni takha thung kâen vaiteh ka radip e paw hah cat naseh.
