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?
Napuinaw thung dawk a mei kahawipoung e ka tawncanu, nange na pahren e teh nâ e hmuen koe maw a cei vai. Kaimouh ni nang hoi reirei tawng hanelah, nange pahren e teh, namaw na kâceihlinghlang roi tie hah dei haw.
2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Ka pahren teh, a pawnaw cat vaiteh, lili peinaw ka la han a titeh, takha thung hmuitui onae koe lah a cei toe.
3 I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
Ka pahren hanelah kai teh ka o. Ka pahren hai kai hanelah ao. Ayawn dawk ka pouh e lah ao.
4 You [are] beautiful, my friend, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Ka pahren e ka tawncanu, nang teh Tirzah kho patetlah na mei ahawi. Jerusalem kho patetlah ngai ao. Taran kâtuknae koe e patetlah taki kawi lah na o.
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,
Nange na mit teh, kai koehoi alouklah kangvawi leih. Ahnimouh ni kai teh na tâ toe. Nange na san teh, Gilead mon hoi ka kum e hmaehu patetlah ao.
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.
Nange na hânaw teh tui pâhluknae koehoi ka luen e tuhu patetlah ao. Buet touh hai kahmat hoeh. Kamphei e dueng doeh a khe awh.
7 As the work of the pomegranate [is] your temple behind your veil.
Na minhmai ramuknae thung kaawm e na tangboungnaw teh talepaw tangawntangai hoi a kâvan.
8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
Siangpahrang napui 60, a yu ado lah 80, touklek thai hoeh e tanglakacuemnaw ao.
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.
Kaie bakhu, kaie ka kuep e, buet touh dueng doeh kaawm. Ahni ka khe e manu ni a pahren poung e lah ao. Tanglanaw ni ahni hah a hmu teh, yawhawi a poe awh. Siangpahrangnu hoi a yudonaw ni hai ahni teh a pholen awh.
10 “Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Beautiful as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?”
Thapa patetlah ahawi teh, kanî patetlah a sei teh, tarankâtuknae koe e patetlah taki hanlah na o. Amom patetlah ngaihawi laihoi ka khen e teh apimaw.
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—
Kai teh misurkung roung hai a roung hoeh hai, Tale a pei hoi a pei hoeh e hai panue hanelah, ka khetyawt hanelah takha koe ka cei.
12 I did not know my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib.
Kai ka panue hoehnahlan vah, ka muitha teh, Aminadab leng dawk kâcuie patetlah ao.
13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look on you. What do you see in Shulammith?
Oe Sulammit, bout tho haw. Kaimouh ni nang teh na hmu thai nahanelah bout tho haw. Bout tho haw. Sulammit dawk bang hno maw a hmu awh han vai. Ransahu bokhni touh e patetlah a hmu awh han.
