< Song of Solomon 6 >

1 To where has your beloved gone, O beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned, And we seek him with you?
Huta lakli kah sakthen aw, na hlo melam a caeh? Na hlo melam a mael? Anih te namah taengah kan toem mai eh.
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Kamah hlo tah amah dum la, canglak botui taengla, dum ah luem ham neh tuilipai te yoep hamla suntla.
3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Kai tah kamah hlo ham tih tuilipai lakli ah aka luem kamah hlo tah kamah ham saeh.
4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Ka cangyaeh tah Tirzah bangla na sakthen pai. Rhimom Jerusalem bangla na rhoeprhui tih hnitai aka pai van pawn ni.
5 Turn around your eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Your hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
Na mik te kai hmai lamloh hoi laeh. Amih loh kai n'hnaep. Na sam Gilead lamkah aka laai maae tuping van pawn ni.
6 Your teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
Na no khaw tuihlu lamloh aka luei tumanu ping van pawn ni. Amih tah boeih phae tih a taengah dueidah laemhong a om moenih.
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
Na samtum hnuk ah na baengpae tah tale phaklung van pawn ni.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Manghainu te sawmrhuk, yula sawmrhet neh hula hlangmi naa moenih.
9 One is my dove, my perfect one, She [is] one of her mother, She [is] the choice one of her that bore her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her blessed, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
Ka vahui he amah bueng tih amah bueng ni ka cuemhmuet sak. A sak khuiah khaw anih tah a manu hamla caih. Anih tah tanu rhoek loh a hmuh uh tih manghainu loh a uem dongah yula rhoek loh a thangthen bal.
10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
Sakthen mincang bangla, khocil hla bangla, rhimom khomik bangla, hnitai aka pai bangla a dan he unim?
11 To a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see to where the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed—
Soklong thing duei hmuh hamla, misur duei tih tale khooi nim sawt hamla yungkha dum ah ka suntla.
12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
Ka hinglu loh Amminadib kah leng dongla kai n'khueh pataeng ka ming moenih.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
Mael mai dae, mael mai dae, Sulamit aw mael mai dae, mael mai dae, namah te ni kan dan eh. Tongpang Balae tih Sulamit tah rhaehhmuen lamcawn la n'dan eh?

< Song of Solomon 6 >