Song of Solomon 6
1 Chorus to Bride: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? To where has your beloved turned aside, so that we may seek him with you?
“Kote cheri ou a te ale, o pi bèl pami fanm yo? Kote cheri ou a te vire, pou nou ka chache li ansanm avèk ou?”
2 Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies.
Cheri mwen an te desann nan jaden li an, nan kabann ki fèt ak fèy awomatik, pou fè patiraj twoupo li nan jaden yo, pou ranmase flè lis.
3 I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
Mwen pou cheri mwen an e cheri mwen pou mwen; sila ki fè patiraj twoupo li pami flè lis yo.
4 Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array.
Ou bèl, cheri mwen an, tankou Thirtsa; bèl tankou Jérusalem, mèvèye tankou yon lame ak drapo yo.
5 Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me to fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead.
Vire zye ou! Pa gade m! Paske zye ou fè m egare. Cheve ou tankou yon bann kabrit k ap soti desann Galaad.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
Dan ou tankou yon bann mouton ki fenk monte sot benyen. Yo tout ki pòtre marasa. Nanpwen menm youn nan yo ki pèdi pitit.
7 Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness.
De bò figi ou tankou yon tranch grenad dèyè vwal ou.
8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
Genyen swasant rèn ak katre-ven konkibin, e jèn fi menm pa kab konte;
9 One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her.
Men toutrèl mwen an, parèy san parèy mwen an inik; li se sèl fi a manman li. Fi san tach a sila ki te pote li a. Jenn fi yo te wè l e te rele l beni; ni rèn ni konkibin yo. Yo te louwe l pou di:
10 Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array?
Kilès li ye ki grandi kon solèy leve a, bèl tankou plèn lin nan, san tach tankou solèy la, e mèvèye tankou yon lame ak tout drapo li a?
11 Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds.
Mwen te desann nan chan bwa nwa yo pou wè bwa vèt yo nan vale a; pou wè si chan rezen fin fè boujon, oswa grenad yo te fleri.
12 I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab.
Avan mwen te menm konnen, dezi m te plase mwen sou cha a pèp nòb mwen an.
13 Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?
Retounen, retounen, O Silamit lan; retounen, retounen, pou zye nou ka gade ou! Salomon Poukisa ou ta gade Silamit lan tankou se nan dans a de twoup koral?
