Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.—
Mwen se flè Woz Saron an, flè Lis a vale yo.
2 Like the lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the young maidens.—
Tankou yon flè lis pami pikan yo, se konsa cheri mwen an ye pami tout jenn fi yo.
3 Like the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so is my friend among the young men: under his shadow do I ardently wish to sit, and his fruit is sweet to my palate.
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 brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
Li te mennen m nan gwo sal bankè li, e drapo li monte sou mwen an se lanmou.
5 Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
Ban m fòs ak gato rezen, rafrechi m ak pòm, akoz mwen malad ak lanmou.
6 Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might embrace me.
Kite men goch li rete anba tèt mwen ak men dwat li pou l anbrase m.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please [to come of itself].—
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 friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Koute! Men cheri mwen an! Men l ap vini! L ap monte sou mòn yo, epi vòltije sou kolin yo!
9 My friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing 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 friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
Cheri mwen an te reponn mwen e te di m: “Leve vini cheri mwen an, pi bèl mwen an.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.
Paske gade, sezon fredi a fin pase, lapli fin pati nèt.
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of the [birds'] 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 perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a [pleasant] smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
Fwi pye fig etranje a fin mi, e chan rezen yo bay odè pafen. Leve vini, annou pati!”
14 O my dove, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, 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 Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.
Kenbe rena yo pou nou, ti rena k ap detwi chan rezen yo, paske chan nou yo ap fè flè.
16 My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth 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 become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.
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.
