Song of Solomon 6

1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

Huta lakli kah sakthen aw, na hlo melam a caeh? Na hlo melam a mael? Anih te namah taengah kan toem mai eh.

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.

Kamah hlo tah amah dum la, canglak botui taengla, dum ah luem ham neh tuilipai te yoep hamla suntla.

3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.

Kai tah kamah hlo ham tih tuilipai lakli ah aka luem kamah hlo tah kamah ham saeh.

4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Ka cangyaeh tah Tirzah bangla na sakthen pai. Rhimom Jerusalem bangla na rhoeprhui tih hnitai aka pai van pawn ni.

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.

Na mik te kai hmai lamloh hoi laeh. Amih loh kai n'hnaep. Na sam Gilead lamkah aka laai maae tuping van pawn ni.

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 among them.

Na no khaw tuihlu lamloh aka luei tumanu ping van pawn ni. Amih tah boeih phae tih a taengah dueidah laemhong a om moenih.

7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

Na samtum hnuk ah na baengpae tah tale phaklung van pawn ni.

8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

Manghainu te sawmrhuk, yula sawmrhet neh hula hlangmi naa moenih.

9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite 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.

Ka vahui he amah bueng tih amah bueng ni ka cuemhmuet sak. A sak khuiah khaw anih tah a manu hamla caih. Anih tah tanu rhoek loh a hmuh uh tih manghainu loh a uem dongah yula rhoek loh a thangthen bal.

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?

Sakthen mincang bangla, khocil hla bangla, rhimom khomik bangla, hnitai aka pai bangla a dan he unim?

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.

Soklong thing duei hmuh hamla, misur duei tih tale khooi nim sawt hamla yungkha dum ah ka suntla.

12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.

Ka hinglu loh Amminadib kah leng dongla kai n'khueh pataeng ka ming moenih.

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?

Mael mai dae, mael mai dae, Sulamit aw mael mai dae, mael mai dae, namah te ni kan dan eh. Balae tih Sulamit tah rhaehhmuen lamcawn la n'dan eh?