Song of Solomon 4
1 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend 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 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved 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 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
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 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the 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 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
Na sanu roi teh ayawn dawk ka pouh e sayuk sakhi samphei hoi a kâvan.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Kanî a khup hoi kanîka suirasai totouh, Murah mon hoi frankinsen mon totouh ka cei han.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Ka pahren e nang dawk toun hane banghai awmhoeh. Na meihawi toungloung.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir 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 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your 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 beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of 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 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your 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 locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Kaie tangla, ka tawncanu, ka khan e takha ka tungdum e tuiim, tacikkin e tuiphuek lah ao.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
Nange thingthainaw teh, ka radip e a paw hoi talepawnaw onae takha, hennakung hoi a hmuituinaw,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best 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, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Takha thung e naw, tui bu nahanelah tuiim, tuiphueknaw, lebanon mon hoi ka lawng e tuinaw hai ao.
16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious 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.
