Song of Solomon 5
1 I enter my garden, my sister, my bride! I gather myrrh with my spice. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink wine with my milk. Let us eat our fill of love! Let us be drunk with love!
Mwen te vini nan jaden mwen an, sè mwen, fi a maryaj mwen an. Mwen te ranmase lami mwen ak tout fèy awomatik mwen. Mwen te manje gato myèl ak siwo myèl mwen; mwen te bwè diven mwen ak lèt mwen. Lòt Yo Manje, zanmi nou yo; bwè e vin sou ak lanmou!
2 Though I was asleep, my mind was racing. I heard my love knocking, and calling out, “Please open the door, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect love. My head is soaked with dew, my hair is wet from the night mist.”
Mwen t ap dòmi, men kè m t ap veye. Yon vwa! Cheri mwen an t ap frape sou pòt la: “Ouvri pou mwen, sè mwen, cheri mwen an, toutrèl mwen an, ou menm ki pafè pou mwen an! Tèt mwen mouye ak lawouze, très cheve mwen ak imidite nwit lan.
3 I replied, “I've already got undressed. I don't have to get dressed again, do I? I've already washed my feet. I don't have to make them dirty again, do I?”
Mwen te fin retire rad mwen; kijan pou m ta remete l ankò a? Mwen te lave pye mwen; kijan pou m ta fè vin sal yo ankò a?
4 My love thrust his hand into the opening. Deep inside I longed for him.
Cheri mwen an te lonje men l pase nan twou pòt la. Tout santiman kè m te leve pou li.
5 I got up to let my love in. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, as I grabbed the handles of the bolt.
Mwen te leve pou ouvri pou cheri mwen an. Men m te degoute menm ak lami, e dwèt mwen ak dlo lami, sou manch boulon pòt lan.
6 I opened up to my love, but he had left—he was gone! I was crushed as a result. I looked for him but I couldn't find him. I called him but he didn't answer.
Mwen te ouvri a cheri mwen an, men cheri mwen an te vire kite pou l ale! Kè m te sòti lè l te pale a. Mwen te chache li, men mwen pa t jwenn li. Mwen te rele li, men li pa t reponn mwen.
7 The watchmen found me as they went through the city. They beat me, they hurt me, and stole my cloak, those watchmen of the walls.
Gadyen ki te fè tou vil la te twouve mwen. Yo te bat mwen. Yo te blese mwen. Jandam sou miray la te retire gwo manto mwen an.
8 Women of Jerusalem, promise me if you find my love and wonder what you should tell him, tell him I am weak with love.
“M ap avèti nou, O fi a Jérusalem yo, si nou jwenn cheri mwen an, konsa nou va di l; ke mwen malad ak lanmou.”
9 Why is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful of women? In what way is the one you love better than any other that we should promise you that?
“Ki jan cheri ki cheri ou a, sinon pi bèl pami fanm yo? Ki jan cheri ki cheri ou a, pi bon pase lòt, ke ou ta nomen non l devan nou konsa?”
10 My love has dazzling good looks and is very fit—better than ten thousand others!
Cheri mwen an mèvèye, yon figi wouj ranpli ak sante, k ap parèt miyò pami di-mil.
11 His head is like the finest gold, his hair is wavy and black as the raven.
Tèt li tankou lò, lò san tach; très cheve li tankou grap rezen e nwa tankou kòbo.
12 His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, washed with milk and mounted like sparkling jewels.
Zye li tankou toutrèl akote dlo k ap koule, ki benyen nan lèt, ki monte kon bijou akote yon basen dlo.
13 His cheeks are like a flowerbed of spices that produces fragrance. His lips are like lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh.
De bò figi li tankou yon kabann fèt ak fèy awomatik, kap poze sou yon kouch zèb santi bon. Lèv li yo se flè lis ki degoute dlo lami.
14 His arms are round bars of gold inlaid with jewels. His abdomen is like carved ivory inlaid with lapis lazuli.
Men li se wondèl fèt an lò, anbeli ak bijou beril. Kò li se ivwa taye ki kouvri ak pyè safi.
15 His legs are columns of alabaster set on bases of gold. He looks strong, like the mighty cedars of Lebanon.
Janm li se pilye fèt an mèb blan, plase sou yon baz lò san tach; aparans li tankou chwa Liban an, kon pi bèl bwa sèd li.
16 His mouth is the sweetest ever; he is totally desirable! This is my love, my friend, women of Jerusalem.
Bouch li plen ak dousè. Li dezirab nèt. Sa se cheri mwen an, e sa se zanmi mwen an, o fi Jérusalem yo.
