Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.
“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 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather 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 my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Mwen pou cheri mwen an e cheri mwen pou mwen; sila ki fè patiraj twoupo li pami flè lis yo.
4 Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners:
Ou bèl, cheri mwen an, tankou Thirtsa; bèl tankou Jérusalem, mèvèye tankou yon lame ak drapo yo.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes 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 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
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 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
De bò figi ou tankou yon tranch grenad dèyè vwal ou.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number:
Genyen swasant rèn ak katre-ven konkibin, e jèn fi menm pa kab konte;
9 My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, 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 Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Terrible as troops with banners?
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 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, Whether the pomegranates blossomed.
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 Before I was aware, My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people.
Avan mwen te menm konnen, dezi m te plase mwen sou cha a pèp nòb mwen an.
13 Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.
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?
