Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?
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 is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed 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 feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Kai tah kamah hlo ham tih tuilipai lakli ah aka luem kamah hlo tah kamah ham saeh.
4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible 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 thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as 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 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none 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 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Na samtum hnuk ah na baengpae tah tale phaklung van pawn ni.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number.
Manghainu te sawmrhuk, yula sawmrhet neh hula hlangmi naa moenih.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; [Yea], the queens and the concubines, 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 that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible 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 garden of nuts, 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 Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
Ka hinglu loh Amminadib kah leng dongla kai n'khueh pataeng ka ming moenih.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?
Mael mai dae, mael mai dae, Sulamit aw mael mai dae, mael mai dae, namah te ni kan dan eh. Tongpang Balae tih Sulamit tah rhaehhmuen lamcawn la n'dan eh?
