Solomon Labu 5
1 Moulang: Keima ka kallha luttai ka honlei, kagoulu, kajidinu komah! Keiman Myrrh toh amuinam theiho ka chomkhom in, ka khoiphanga khoiju ka chop’e. Ka lengpitwi toh bongnoi ka don’e.
I AM come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 Zailom: O goldei le ngai umte, neuvin lang, don un! Henge, ngailutna hi donkham vaset un.
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 Mounu: Keima ka-ihmun, hinlah kalung alimgeh-e kangai penpan kot ahin kiuva eihin kou awgin: “Kot neihonin, O kagoulu, kangainu, kavakhu, kadinga chamkimpen; ka lujang daitwi akottan, ka jangsam daitwi alhopsoh tai,” tia ahinsei kajah chun keiman kadonbut in: “Keiman von kana kisutlhah man tan, kahung kivon kit ding ham? Ka keng kana kisop ngim tan, ka chotnen kit ding ham?”
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 Kangai penpan kot chu ahin hong gotan, hichun ka lung thathou lheh jeng tai.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 Keiman ka dongmapa kot honpeh ding in thanom tah in ka chomdoh-in, ka khut chung ah jong gimnamtwi kavatnatsah-in ahi. Ka khut jung Myrrh gimtwija chun kotkil chu kahong tan ahi.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6 Kangai penpa din kot kahonpeh tan, hinlah ama anaum tapoi! Kalung lhadah del jeng tai. Ama holnan kadahlen, hinlah kamu jouta poi. Ka koule-in hinlah adonbutna awgin akija tapoi.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 Janlaija khongah hon khosung avel le laijun eihung mudoh-un, eijep pop chetchut jeng un, ka ponlukhuh eihodoh peh-un ahi.
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 Vo Jerusalem chanute, katem nahiuve-kadongmapa na kimupi khah bang uleh, ama lhangai nan ka tahsa akem lheh jeng tai tihi neina seipeh tauvin.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 Zailom: Idinga na dongma pachu midang jouse sanga dei um chomdeh hija ham, O melhoi kidang lanu? Ipin na dongma pachu atumbeh-a alulsah chom hija keihon nei temnau chu ka nun diu ham?
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10 Mounu: Kangai penpa chu donghoisel in avouso ajolsel in, aemsel jeng in, midang asang-aja sang in ahoijoi.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Alujang chu songmantam sang in ahoijon, asam jang va-ah vom bang in avom’e.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 Amit teni khaltwi panga tou vakhu bang in aval lheng in, sana khiba bongnoitwi-a kisop ngimsel tobang ahi.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 Abengmai chu muinampah honlei, gimtwi hinlhut dohji tobang khu ahi. Ane geiteni jong Lily pah Myrrh gimtwi kichap khum tobang ahi.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 Abanjang jong sana pum kihehkol’a sana pahjema kijempol bangin alhanlhaije. Atahsa pum saiha kinotval lhenga, Sapphire songa ki tomjol toh abang’e.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 Akengteni jong sana khomtoa kon kitungdoh ngunsong khom abang’e. Atahsa gongso adingchah-in, Lebanon lhang bang in ahuikaijin, alhang lehvuma Cedar thing huikai abang’e.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Akamsung alhum in, imalam jousea dei umtah chu ahi. Vo Jerusalem chanute, ka ngaipen; ka goldei chu hitobang chu ahi.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
