Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, 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 amongst thorns, so is my companion amongst 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 amongst the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman amongst the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
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 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
Li mennen m' yon ti kote al bwè avè l'. Se pawòl damou ase l'ap glise nan zòrèy mwen.
5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
Li remoute kouraj mwen ak pen rezen. Li rafrechi gòj mwen ak ponm. Mwen malad sitèlman mwen renmen!
6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Li pase men gòch li anba tèt mwen, l'ap karese m' ak men dwat li!
7 I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he 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 kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over 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 kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
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 kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
Mennaj mwen pale avè m', li di m': Vini non, anmòrèz mwen! Ann al avè m' non, bèl nègès mwen!
11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
Gade! Sezon fredi pase, lapli sispann tonbe.
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been 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 has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.
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 [You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
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 little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
Kenbe vòlò yo, kenbe ti vòlò yo anvan yo ravaje jaden rezen nou yo, jaden rezen nou yo k'ap fleri.
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] amongst 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 dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
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.
