¹I am a narcissus of Sharon, A 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: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is 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 hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.

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

⁵Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh 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, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or 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 gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing 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 behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

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

¹²The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove 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 melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. 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.

¹⁴My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, 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 vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

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

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] 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 dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle 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.