Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
Mwen se flè Woz Saron an, flè Lis a vale yo.
2 As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
Tankou yon flè lis pami pikan yo, se konsa cheri mwen an ye pami tout jenn fi yo.
3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
Tankou yon pye pòm pami bwa nan forè, se konsa cheri mwen an ye pami jennonm yo. Nan lonbraj li mwen te pran gwo plezi pou m te chita; konsa fwi li te dous nan gou m.
4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
Li te mennen m nan gwo sal bankè li, e drapo li monte sou mwen an se lanmou.
5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
Ban m fòs ak gato rezen, rafrechi m ak pòm, akoz mwen malad ak lanmou.
6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
Kite men goch li rete anba tèt mwen ak men dwat li pou l anbrase m.
7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
M ap avèti nou, O fi a Jérusalem yo, nan non antilòp ak bich mawon an, pou nou pa fè lanmou m leve, ni ouvri zye li jiskaske se plezi li.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
Koute! Men cheri mwen an! Men l ap vini! L ap monte sou mòn yo, epi vòltije sou kolin yo!
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
Cheri mwen an tankou yon antilòp, oswa yon jenn sèf. Gade byen, li kanpe dèyè mi kay nou an; l ap gade nan fenèt yo, l ap gade nan jalouzi a.
10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Cheri mwen an te reponn mwen e te di m: “Leve vini cheri mwen an, pi bèl mwen an.
11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
Paske gade, sezon fredi a fin pase, lapli fin pati nèt.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
Flè yo deja parèt nan peyi a; tan an chante a fin rive! Vwa toutrèl la ap koute deja nan peyi a.
13 The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
Fwi pye fig etranje a fin mi, e chan rezen yo bay odè pafen. Leve vini, annou pati!”
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
O toutrèl nan fant wòch mwen an, nan kote sekrè chemen ki monte apik, kite mwen wè figi ou, kite mwen tande vwa ou! Paske vwa ou dous e fòm ou bèl nèt.
15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
Kenbe rena yo pou nou, ti rena k ap detwi chan rezen yo, paske chan nou yo ap fè flè.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
Cheri mwen an se pa m, e mwen se pa l. Li fè patiraj twoupo li pami flè lis yo.
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
Jiskaske joune a vin fè fre lè lonbraj yo kouri ale; vire, cheri mwen an, fè tankou antilòp la, oswa jenn sèf sou mòn Bether a.
