Song of songs

Who is this that appears like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
Majestic as the stars in procession?

I went down to the grove of nut trees
to look at the new growth in the valley
to see if the vines had budded or
the pomegranates were in bloom

I am trembling: you have made me as
eager for love as a chariot driver is for battle.
(6:10-13)

Bie^'u b'ac DLX va` nho+` ba'c
chuye^?n ngu~ (*_*)


Tha^n ta(.ng c'ac ba'c ..da~ tu+`ng
ye^u ra^'t ba^'t ngo+`. (*_*)

Nguoi dau ga(.p go+~ la`m chi
Tra(m na(m bie^'t co' duye^n gi` hay cha(ng ?
(Kie^`u)