Song of Solomon 6
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may 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 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] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] 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 have overcome me: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from 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] as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and [there is] not one 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 within thy locks.
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, my undefiled is [but] one; she [is] the [only] one of her mother, she [is] the choice [one] of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; [yea], 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 morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, [and] terrible as [an army] 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 fruits of the valley, [and] to see whether the vine flourished, [and] the pomegranates budded.
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 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me [like] the chariots of Amminadib.
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 will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
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?
