Song of Solomon 4
1 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Ala bèl ou bèl, anmòrèz mwen! Ala bèl ou bèl dèyè vwal ki sou tèt ou a! Je ou yo ou ta di de ti pijon. Cheve ou yo ap danse tankou yon bann kabrit k'ap kouri desann sou mòn Galarad.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
Dan ou yo blan tankou mouton yo fèk sot benyen apre yo fin koupe lenn sou do yo. Ou pa manke yonn ladan yo. Tout dan anwo yo mache ak dan anba yo.
3 Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
Po bouch ou, ou ta di yon bèl ti riban wouj. Se bèl plezi pou tande w'ap pale! De bò figi ou yo ou ta di de bò grenad anba vwal ou a.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
Kou ou kanpe tankou bèl fò won David la, kote yo kenbe depo zam yo. Se la vanyan sòlda yo vin pandye mil plak fè pwotèj.
5 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
Tete ou yo doubout tankou de ti gazèl, tankou de ti gazèl menm fòs, menm pòte k'ap manje nan jaden flè.
6 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
M'ap rete sou mòn mant lan, sou ti bit lansan an jouk bajou kase, jouk solèy leve.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
Ou pa manke bèl, anmòrèz mwen! Depi nan pwent zòtèy ou jouk nan pwent cheve ou, ou san defo!
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
Ann al avè m' non! Ann desann mòn Liban an, fiyanse mwen! Ann desann mòn Liban an! N'ap rete sou tèt mòn Amana, sou mòn Seyi ak sou mòn Emon kote lyon ak leyopa rete, n'ap gade plenn lan anba.
9 You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
Sò mwen, bèl nègès mwen, ou annik gade m' yon fwa, ou fè m' pèdi lòlòj mwen. M' annik wè yonn nan bèl ti chenn nan kou ou yo, m' pèdi tèt mwen.
10 How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
Ala dous karès ou yo dous, sò mwen, bèl nègès mwen! Karès ou yo pi dous pase siwo myèl. Sant kò ou pi bon pase tout kalite fèy santi bon.
11 Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
Bouch ou gen gou siwo myèl, bèl nègès mwen! Anba lang ou menm, se lèt ak siwo myèl. Rad sou ou gen menm sant ak rakbwa mòn Liban an.
12 A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
Sò mwen, bèl nègès mwen, ou tankou yon jaden kache, yon sous dlo yo fèmen dèyè miray, yon fontenn yo sele.
13 The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
Ou tankou yon jaden fre kote pye grenad ap grandi. Y'ap bay bèl grenad byen dous. Ou tankou yon jaden kote yo jwenn jasmen ak ti bonm,
14 Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
tibonm ak safran, sitwonèl ak kannèl ak tout kalite pyebwa ki bay lansan, lami ak lalwa, ansanm ak tout kalite plant ki gen bon sant.
15 You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
Fontenn jaden mwen an, se yon sous dlo k'ap koule desann byen fre soti nan mòn Liban an.
16 Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
Van nòde, leve non! Van swèt, kouri vini soufle sou jaden mwen an! Plen lè a ak bon sant. Vini non, mennaj mwen! Antre nan jaden ki pou ou a! Manje nan pi bon fwi yo!
