Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
Oe bawi canu, khokkhawm na khawm laihoi na khoknaw teh a kamcu poung. Na phainaw teh kathoumnaw ni a sak e aphu kaawm e talung patetlah ao awh.
2 Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
Nange na keng teh tui hoi ka kawi e manang lah ao. Na vonpui hai, lili pei hoi ka kawi e cakang pung e lah ao.
3 Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Sanu roi teh sayukca kamphei e hoi a kâvan.
4 Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
Nange na lahuen teh, kasaino imrasang patetlah na mit teh, Heshbon kho, Bethrabbim longkha teng kaawm e, tuiim patetlah na hnawng teh Damaskas kho koe ka kangvawi e, lebanon im hoi a kâvan.
5 Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Nange na lû dawk kaawm e bawilakhung teh, Karmel mon hoi a kâvan. Nange na lû dawk kaawm e na sam hai, opaou e hni hoi a kâvan. Siangpahrang ni sam a vei e hoi a kâvan.
6 How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
Ka pahren e ka tawncanu, nang teh, kai ka nawm nahanelah ahawi poung. Ngai kaawm poung e nuen hoi na kawi.
7 This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
Nange na rasangravuinae teh, samtuekung patetlah na o teh nange sanunaw hai samtuepaw hoi a kâvan.
8 I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
Samtuekung dawk ka luen vaiteh, a kangnaw hah ka tek han ka ti navah nange sanunaw teh misurbom patetlah thoseh, na kâha hmui teh, Epal hmui patetlah thoseh,
9 And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
Nange na pahni hai katuipounge misurtui patetlah thoseh ao. Hote misurtui teh ka pahren hanelah kalancalah a lawng. Kaipnaw e pahni dawk pouk laipalah a lawng.
10 I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
Kaie ka pahren e tami teh, kaie lah ao patetlah ahnie a ngainae teh kaie lah ao.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Tho leih, ka pahren e, kahrawng e hmuen koe cei vaiteh, khonaw dawk tangmin lae atueng loum sak awh sei.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
Amom lah misur takha koe cet awh sei. Misurkung a hring, hring hoeh maw, a paw rano moi rano hoeh maw, khenhaw! sei. Hote hmuen dawk ka lungpataw e nang hah na poe han.
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
Hloisikungnaw ni hmuitui e kaimae longkha teng radip e a paw katha hoi, karuem e abuemlah ka pahren nang hanelah ka pâtung toe.
