¹Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

¹Ngaiin, na kilawm hi, ka it; ngaiin, na kilawm hi; na maituamna liah ah na mitte vahui bang ahi ua: na sam kel honbang ahi, Gilead mual pang khawnga kualte.

²Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

²Na hate mulmet thak belamnu hon bang ahi ua, sil khit pheta hongpai tou te; huaiah amaute chiatin phik a nei ua, alak ua kuamah misisun a om kei uh.

³Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

³Na mukte khausan au bang ahi ua, na kam a kilawma: na mit laivomte pomgranet them bang ahi na maituamna liah ah.

⁴Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

⁴Na ngawng Davidin galvan koihna a lam insang bang ahi, lumbem neute sang khat kikhaina mun, mi hatte lum tengteng omna.

⁵Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

⁵Na nawite zuktal nou nih phikte a bang ua, lili pak laka tate.

⁶Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

⁶Ni a nema limliap a man mateng murra mualah leh, begaw tangah ka hoh ding.

⁷You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

⁷Na kilawm hi, ka it; nangah ninbang a om kei.

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁸Ka mou, Lebanon akipan hon juiin, Lebanon akipan kei toh: Aman a vuma kipan dakin, Senir leh Hermon Hermon vum a kipan, hompinelkaite kua akipan, gialbemte mual akipan.

⁹You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

⁹Ka lungtang na tuahmangta, ka sanggamnu, ka mou; na mitte laka khatin ka lungtang na tuahmangta hi, na ngawnga khainiang khatin.

¹⁰How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!

¹⁰Na itna kilawm natele, ka sanggamnu, ka mou! Na itna uain sangin nakpiin a hoihjaw! Na kinuh gim, gimlim chiteng sangin a hoihjaw.

¹¹Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

¹¹Na mukte, Aw ka mou, khuaikhak bangin a takkhiaa: na lei nuaiah khuaiju leh nawitui aom; na puansilh gim Lebanon gim a bang hi.

¹²A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.

¹²Huan um bing ka sanggamnu, ka mou ahi; tuinak huk, tuikhuk vuh.

¹³Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,

¹³Na tuaite pomgranet huan, gah manphate toh ahi; spiknardi singsuan toh henna-pak.

¹⁴spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,

¹⁴Spiknardi leh pak gimlim, kepbuk leh singnamtui begaw sing tengteng toh; murra leh aloe, gimlim pipen teng toh.

¹⁵a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved

¹⁵Huana tuikhuk na hia, tuihing lui, Lebanon akipana lui luangte.Khanglouin, Aw mallam hoih; huan hongin, nang simlam; ka huan tungah nungin, huchia huaia gimnamtuite a luankhiak theihna dingin. Ka ngaihnou a huan sungah hongpai henla, a theigah manphate ne hen.

¹⁶Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.

¹⁶Khanglouin, Aw mallam hoih; huan hongin, nang simlam; ka huan tungah nungin, huchia huaia gimnamtuite a luankhiak theihna dingin. Ka ngaihnou a huan sungah hongpai henla, a theigah manphate ne hen.