Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon. A lily of the valleys.
Se yon woz mawon sou mòn Sawon mwen ye, yon bèl ti flè nan yon basrak.
2 As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
Tankou yon bèl ti flè nan mitan pikan, se konsa anmòrèz mwen ye nan mitan lòt jenn fi yo.
3 As 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.
Tankou yon pye ponm nan mitan yon rakbwa, se konsa mennaj mwen ye nan mitan lòt jenn gason yo. Mwen renmen chita anba lonbray li. Donn li gou nan bouch mwen.
4 He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love.
Li mennen m' yon ti kote al bwè avè l'. Se pawòl damou ase l'ap glise nan zòrèy mwen.
5 Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love.
Li remoute kouraj mwen ak pen rezen. Li rafrechi gòj mwen ak ponm. Mwen malad sitèlman mwen renmen!
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
Li pase men gòch li anba tèt mwen, l'ap karese m' ak men dwat li!
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Fè m' sèman sou tèt gazèl bèf ak fenmèl kabrit ki lage nan savann yo! Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san l' pa vle.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Mwen tande vwa mennaj mwen! Men l'ap vini. Li soti sou mòn yo, l'ap kouri desann timòn yo vin jwenn mwen.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
Mennaj mwen tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit. Men li la dèyè miray kay la. L'ap gade nan fennèt la, l'ap veye nan jalouzi a pou wè sa m'ap fè.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Mennaj mwen pale avè m', li di m': Vini non, anmòrèz mwen! Ann al avè m' non, bèl nègès mwen!
11 For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
Gade! Sezon fredi pase, lapli sispann tonbe.
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Nan tout jaden, flè yo louvri. Se sezon ou tande chante toupatou. Toutrèl gen tan ap chante nan bwa.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Fig frans konmanse mi. Nou ka pran sant flè pye rezen yo. Vini non, anmòrèz mwen! Ann al avè m' non, bèl nègès mwen!
14 O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Ti toutrèl mwen, ou kache nan fant wòch yo, anba gwo wòch byen wo yo. Moutre m' ti figi ou non! Fè m' tande vwa ou. Ala bèl ti figi ou bèl! Ala dous vwa ou dous!
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.
Kenbe vòlò yo, kenbe ti vòlò yo anvan yo ravaje jaden rezen nou yo, jaden rezen nou yo k'ap fleri.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.
Mennaj mwen, se pou mwen li ye! Mwen menm, se pou li mwen ye! L'ap fè mouton l' yo manje nan mitan pye woz yo.
17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Anvan labrin tonbe, anvan solèy vin kouche, kouri tounen vin jwenn mwen, mennaj mwen, tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit k'ap kouri sou mòn byen wo yo.
