Song of Solomon 4
1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
Moulang: Namelhoi ngeije, ngainu, seidoh jou hoi hilouvin nahoi ngeije. Na ponlukhuh noija namit teni vakhu abang jeng’e. Nasam kailha jong Gilead lhang dunga kon kel-hon hung kijot suh abang jeng’e.
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.
Naha ho kelngoi kihet ngousel jouchet’na kisop thengsel bang in akangleh jeng’e. Na mehiuheo dan nolnabei ahin, na hatu jouse jong akigol khom dildel uve.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Nane geiteni jong patsandup abangin, nakam jeng jong mihiptah ahi. Na bengmai langto jong na ponlukhuh noijah kolbuthei chang asan jit jet abang jenge.
4 Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, on which a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Na ngongchang jong David insang, migal-hang asang aja galmanchah-omphoa kijem pah jeng toh abangin avet-hoi ngeije.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
Na-ang teni jong sapengnou teni, Lily pah lah-a lhale sapengnou pengkop teni abange.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Khovahkon huilhi nun masang, jan muthim lim kiheimang masang ah; keiman Myrrh molsang kajot’na, bego lhangdung ka jot touding ahitai.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Nangma na pumpin nahoije, ngainu, na hoi chamkim ngeiye.
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.
Lebanon’a kon in neihin juiyin, ka deilhennu, neihin jui tan Lebanon’a kon in. Senir le Hermon molvum, keipi-bahkai ho kokhuh umna lah, Kei-ahsite chenna lhang, hin juisuh-in Amana Molsanga kon’in hung kumsuh tan.
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.
Nang in ka lungsung na lodim in, ka goulu nahi, kangai ka jiding nu. Na khivui val emsel toh namit-ha’a neivet dan in ei hentang den jeng tai.
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 kinds of spices!
Nei ngailutnan ei kipa thanop sah-e, ka goulu nahi; ka ngai kaji ding nu. Nei ngaina hi lengpitwi sang in alhumjon, na gimnamtwi hi pahnamtwi sang in jong atwi joi.
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.
Na negei teni khoiju sang in alhum joi, O ka ji ding nu. Nalei noija khoiju le bongnoi aume. Na von jouse jong Lebanon lhangpah gimtwi anam’e.
12 My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Nangma hi keija ding monga pahcha lei, goulu, chongmou chule khal laiya twinah kiselguh tobang nahi.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with spikenard plants,
Na pheichung jong kolbuthei toh muinam kikhat tah henna,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
Chule leipah namtwi toh sehlhum, kolju le thingthal, bego le Myrhh, aloe le muinam jouse dinga kingapna ahi.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Nangma honlei twinah, twichim twikul; Lebanon lhanga kon hung longlha tobang nahi.
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.
Mounu: Khang in, Sahlam khohui! thouvin, lhanglam khohui! Ka honlei jon ah hung nung in lang akimvel jouse agimtwi hi lhutsohhel tan. O ka goldeipa, na honleija hin hunglut in lang, theiga hoipen hung kilon lang, hung nen.
