< Song of Solomon 8 >

1 Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
Poukisa se pa t' frè m' ou te ye, frè ki tete menm manman avè m'? Lè m' ta kontre avè ou nan lari, m' ta gen dwa bo ou, pesonn pa ta wè mal nan sa.
2 I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
Mwen ta mennen ou lakay manman m', mwen ta fè ou antre. Ou ta moutre m' sa pou m' fè. M' ta ba ou diven melanje ak fèy santi bon ak ji grenad mwen yo pou ou bwè.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
Li pase men gòch li anba tèt mwen, l'ap karese m' ak men dwat li.
4 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
Nou menm medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san l' pa vle.
5 Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
Kilès sa a k'ap vin sot nan dezè a? Kilès sa a ki apiye sou bra mennaj li konsa? Anba pye ponm lan, mwen leve ou nan dòmi. Se la ou te fèt. Se la manman ou te fè ou wè solèy.
6 Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames. (Sheol h7585)
Pa renmen lòt moun pase mwen ase! Kenbe m' fò nan bra ou! renmen tankou lanmò. Lè ou renmen yon moun tout bon, se mouri w'ap mouri pou li. renmen met dife nan tout kò ou. Dife sa a se nan Bondye li soti. (Sheol h7585)
7 Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.
Pa gen dlo ki ka touye l'. Pa gen larivyè ki ka tenyen l'. Yon moun te mèt ofri tout richès lakay li pou l' ta achte renmen, pesonn pa ta okipe l'.
8 We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
Nou gen yon ti sè, li poko menm pouse tete. Kisa pou nou fè pou li si yon jenn gason vin ap file l'?
9 If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
Si se yon miray li ye, n'a bati yon gwo fò won an ajan sou li. Si se yon pòt li ye, n'a fèmen l' ak batan sèd, n'a kouvri l' ak panno bwa sèd.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
Se yon miray ranpa mwen ye. Tete m' tankou de fò. Se poutèt sa, nan je mennaj mwen, m' se yon fanm ki jwenn bonè m'.
11 Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.
Salomon te gen yon jaden rezen yon kote yo rele Baal-Amon. Li bay kèk moun okipe l' pou li. Lè rekòt, yo chak pou te ba li mil (1.000) pyès ajan.
12 My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.
Mwen gen jaden rezen pa m' m'ap okipe. Salomon, ou mèt kenbe mil (1.000) pyès ajan pa ou yo ak desan (200) pyès ajan pou moun k'ap veye rekòt la.
13 You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
Zanmi kanmarad ap pare zòrèy pou tande ou. Fè m' tande vwa ou non, ou menm ki rete nan jaden yo!
14 Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
Kouri non, mennaj mwen! Kouri tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit sou mòn ki gen bon sant yo!

< Song of Solomon 8 >