< Song of Solomon 6 >

1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest amongst women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
Aw nongpatanawk boih thungah kranghoih koek nang, na tlangai loe naah maw caeh ving boeh? Anih to kang pakrong pae o thai hanah, na tlangai loe nabangah maw loklam amkhraeng ving boeh?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Ka tlangai loe hmuihoih iihkhun ohhaih ahmuen ah, takha thungah tuu to toep moe, lili pawknawk tamuet hanah, angmah ih takha thungah caeh tathuk boeh.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses amongst the lilies.
Kai loe ka tlangai ih ni, ka tlangai doeh kai ih ni; anih loe lili pawknawk salakah tuu to pacah.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Aw ka tlangai, nang loe Tirzah baktiah, krang na hoih, Jerusalem baktiah palung han akap moe, thacak pazawkhaih kahni sin misatuh kami ih mikhmai baktiah zitthoh.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
Kai khae hoiah na mik to paqoi ving ah, nihcae mah kai ang pazawk o boeh; na sam loe Gilead mae nui ih maeh baktiah oh.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; not one is bereaved amongst them.
Na haanawk loe tui amhluk pacoengah angzo, caa kak maeto doeh om ai, caa hnetto kasah boih tuu baktiah oh.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Na lupataeh taeng ih naalaking loe pomegranat buhmaeh thingthai ahap baktiah oh.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
Siangpahrang loe zu qui tarukto, zula qui tazetto pacoengah, tangla cuem kroeklaek ai tawn cadoeh!
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favourite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.
Kai ih pahuu, maeto khue ka tawnh ih coek koi om ai kami, nang loe amno mah maeto khue tawnh ih kami, nang cunkung mah palung koek ih canu ah na oh. Tanglanawk mah nang ang hnuk o naah, tahamhoihaih kami, tiah ang kawk o; ue, siangpahrang zunawk hoi zulanawk mah doeh nang to ang pakoeh o.
10 Who is she who looks out as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
Khrah baktih kamdueng, ni baktiah ka-aang, thacak pazawkhaih kahni sin misatuh kami baktiah zitthoh moe, akhawnbang khodai baktiah aang kami loe mi aa?
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
Kai loe azawn ih thingthainawk to khet hanah, misurkung tadok tacawt boeh maw, pomegranat buhmaeh kung tadok tacawt boeh maw, tiah khet hanah, takha thungah ka caeh tathuk.
12 Without realising it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
To kawng to ka panoek ai naah, ka hinghaih mah, Amminadib ih hrang lakoknawk baktiah ang sak.
13 Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?
Aw Shulam kami, amlaem let ah, amlaem let ah; nang kang danh o thai hanah, amlaem let ah, amlaem let ah. Tangla ih lok Tipongah misatuh kami abu kamkhueng hnetto ohhaih ahmuen ah hnawhaih khet baktih toengah, Shulam kami to na khet o han loe?

< Song of Solomon 6 >