Song of Solomon 6
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
Ou menm ki pi bèl fanm pase tout fanm, kote mennaj ou ale? Ki wout ou wè li pran? Nou pral ede ou chache l'.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.
Mennaj mwen al nan jaden l', kote pyebwa santi bon ap pouse. li al bay mouton l' yo manje. li al ranmase bèl ti flè.
3 I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Mennaj mwen pou mwen, mwen pou mennaj mwen. li ap fè mouton l' yo manje nan mitan bèl ti flè yo.
4 You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Anmòrèz mwen, ou bèl tankou lavil Tisa. Lè m' wè ou sa fè m' plezi tankou lè m' wè lavil Jerizalèm. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
Sispann gade m', paske lè ou gade m', ou fè m' pa konn sa m'ap fè. Cheve ou ap danse bò figi ou tankou kabrit k'ap kouri desann sou mòn Galarad yo.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.
Dan ou yo blan tankou mouton yo fèk sot benyen. Ou pa manke yonn ladan yo. Tout dan anwo yo mache ak dan anba yo.
7 Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
De bò figi ou yo ou ta di de bò grenad anba vwal ou a.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
Wa a gen swasant renn, katreven fanm kay. Pou jenn fi menm, se pa pale.
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
Men, pa gen tankou jenn ti pijon mwen an. Li menm ase mwen renmen. Se sèl pitit fi manman l' fè. Se pitit sa a li pi renmen. Lè jenn fi yo wè l', yo di: Gade sa Bondye fè pou ou! Renn yo ak fanm kay yo menm ap fè lwanj li.
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?
Kilès sa a k'ap parèt tankou solèy ki fèk leve? Li bèl tankou lalin, li klere tankou solèy. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.
Mwen desann nan jaden zanmann yo pou m' te wè jenn ti plant yo nan fon an, pou m' wè si pye rezen yo ap boujonnen, si pye grenad yo ap fleri.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.
Apre sa, m' pa konn sa ki pase m'. M' santi m' tankou yon sòlda sou cha lagè ki anvi al goumen.
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Tounen non, fanm lavil Choulam! Tounen! Tounen non pou n' ka gade ou! Poukisa nou vle gade fanm lavil Choulam lan k'ap danse nan mitan de ran moun?
