TEMAMI PA THUKHAWCHANG: Lal Isua ringtu dik tlangval chhingmit kharsak
Mizo ang chuan kûtpui tia chhàl chu a fuh ber kher lo mai thei, nimahsela, a hminga Kristian tia kan inchhàlna angah chuan Kristian kutpui mai ni lo, chatuan hawlhtlang nun kan neihna atana hun hlu leh ropui, kan tana lo piang a, chhandam kan nih theih nana nun petu Galilee tlangval hmelṭha Lal Isua Krista khan mi tin tan êng chhitsak a duh. He tlangval, vanduanina vanga khawvel êng hmu thei si lo hian a rinna eng chu mi tin tan chhitsak duh mah se, tuma’n an ûksâk lo a nih hi.
Isua piancham lawm hma ni, urlâwk tlai, Texas khaw tereuhtê, vûr sûr seng sengnaa biakbuk têtaktê kawtah chuan khawvel eng hmu thei loa a chhingmit kharsak chu mi tana eng chhitsak duhin a awm a. Mahse, tuma’n an hre duh si lo. A mangang ṭawngṭainaah chuan, “Aw Lalpa, i awm a nih ngai chuan min pui la, mi dang tan ka eng hi an mithmuhah ka chhuah duh asin. Min pui mawlh the,” tiin a au a. Nimahsela, chulaia mi kalte chuan Lal piancham lawmna khawvel taka hman duhna chuan an khat a, an kal pêl zel a.
It was Christmas Eve in a little Texas town
The snow was falling softly to the ground
Outside a little chapel stood a man
With sightless eyes, a candle in his hand
Oh Lord, if you're there, help me in
I need to light a candle for a friend
Who came from a land across the sea
They called him the Man From Galilee
No one seemed to hear his lonely cry
They laughed in Christmas cheer and walked on by
Inside they watched a clock up on the wall
Put silver in the box and left the hall
Oh Lord, if you're there, help me in
I need to light a candle for a friend
Who came from a land across the sea
They called him The Man From Galilee
A ni teh tak a, Lal Isua piancham kan lawm tum danah hian khawvel thil hian ro a rel a; nawmsakna, hlimhlawp chatuan daih hauh lo nawmchenna chuan Isua piancham lawmna chu a luah khat ta a nih tâk hi! Chirst (Krista) piancham lawmna ruaipui (mass) chuan ruaipui ṭheh a nihna chu khawvel nawmsakna thil chuan a hliahkhuh ta a. Khawvel êng hmu thei ta lo, mahse, a êng mi dang tana chhuah duh si chuan mangang leh hawihhawm takin chu zan reh eng riai hnuaiah chuan ṭhingṭhiin biakbukah chuan a ṭawngṭai ta a. “Lalpa, heng mite hian i pian chhan hre lo hian bona kawng thui tak an zawh ta a, khualbuk pawh chang loin tlawm takin bawng in tlawmah i lo piang a. Khawvel chhandam tura lokal i nih hi hre loin nawmsak bâwlnain i piancham chu an lawm a nih tak hi! Engpawh chu ni se, Lalpa, an thiltih hi an hre mawlh si lo a, ngaidam mawlh ang che,” a ti ta hial a.
Soon the church was quiet in the night
And one-by-one the candles lost their light
In darkness now, the old man knelt to pray
Forgive them,
Lord, they must have lost their way
Thawmhnaw mawi tak leh man to tak takte nen min chhandam tura lo piang hi kan hmuakin kan lawm a, a ṭha em em. Amaherawhchu, he chhingmit khar, a êng mi dang tana en chhuah duh ṭawngṭaina hian Zoram Kristiante min tiharh thar mawlh rawh se.
Krismas leh kumthar chibai vek u le.
- R Lalrinkima, Hidden Lodge, Chanmari