¹I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

¹Saron pak ka hia, phaijang lilipak.

²As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

²Ling laka lili pak bangin, huchibangin tanute lakah ka it a om hi.

³As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

³Gamlak singte laka apul kung bangin, huchibangin tapate lakah ka ngaihnou a om hi. Nakpia kipahna toh a lim nuaiah ka tua, a gah tuh ka chepin a khum hi.

⁴He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

⁴Annek khawmna inah a honpia, ka tunga a puanlap itna ahi.

⁵Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

⁵Grepgimin honkhou unla, apul theiin honnem un: jawlngaiin ka chi a na ngala.

⁶His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

⁶A khut veilam ka lu nuaiah a om, a khut taklamin a honpom.

⁷I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

⁷Zuktal leh gama zukpite ka hon ngen hi, Aw Jerusalem tanute, ka it hihbuai kei unla, phawng kei un, a lungkim matan.

⁸The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁸Ka ngaihnou aw! ngai un, a hong hi, mual tungahte a tawma, tang tungahte a diang hi.

⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

⁹Ka ngaihnou jaw zuktal hiam sakhi tuaiilai bang ahi: Ngaiin, ka kulhbang nung lam uah a dinga, tohlette ah a ena, a nannate ah amah a kimu sak.

¹⁰My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹⁰Ka ngaihnouin thu a gena, ka kiangah Thou in, ka it, ka kilawmnou, hongpai mangin, a chi a.

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹¹Ngaiin, phalbi lah a beita ngala, vuah a theutaa, a paimang ta hi;

¹²The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

¹²Lei tungah pakte hongkilanga; vasate lasak hun a hongtunga, i gam uah khumin aw a kizata hi;

¹³The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹³Theipi kungin a gah hingte a min saka, grepguite a pak lun uh, a gimlimte uh a suaksak uhi. Thou ve, ka it, ka kilawmnou hongpai mangin.

¹⁴O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁴Suangpi heng khawng, mun sang munbu khawnga om, Aw ka vakhu, na mel honmusak inla, na aw lah a khm a, na mel lah a hoih ngala.

¹⁵Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

¹⁵Sehalte, grephuan hihsia, sehal neute honmatsak ve; ka grephuan uh lah a paklun ngala.

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁶Ka ngaihnou kei ahi, kei amah a ka hi: lili pak lakah a gan a vaka.Ni a nongnema, limliapte a man matan, ka ngaihnou aw, kihei inla Bether mual tunga zuktal hiam sakhi tuailai bangin omin.

¹⁷Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

¹⁷Ni a nongnema, limliapte a man matan, ka ngaihnou aw, kihei inla Bether mual tunga zuktal hiam sakhi tuailai bangin omin.