Song of Solomon 3
1 On my bed by night, I sought him whom my soul has loved; I sought him, and I did not find him!
Sou kabann mwen, pandan nwit la, mwen te chache sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te chache l, men m pa t jwenn li.
2 Now let me rise, and go around the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul has loved! I sought him, and I did not find him.
Koulye a fòk mwen leve mache toupatou nan vil la; nan ri yo ak nan plas yo. Fòk mwen chache sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te chache l, men m pa t jwenn li.
3 The watchmen have found me (Who are going around the city), “Have you seen him whom my soul has loved?”
Gadyen ki fè tou vil la te twouve m. Mwen te mande l: “Èske ou konn wè sila ke nanm mwen renmen an?”
4 But I passed on a little from them, Until I found him whom my soul has loved! I seized him, and did not let him go, Until I brought him to the house of my mother—And the chamber of her that conceived me.
Lè m fenk kite yo mwen te jwenn sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te kenbe l, mwen te refize lage l jiskaske mwen mennen l rive lakay manman m, pou l antre nan chanm a sila ki te vin ansent mwen an.
5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
M ap avèti nou, O fi a Jérusalem yo, nan non antilòp ak bich mawon an, pou nou pa fè lanmou leve ni ouvri zye l jiskaske se plezi li.
6 Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
Se kisa k ap monte kite dezè a tankou pilye lafimen yo, byen pafime ak fèy bazilik ak lansan, plen ak poud santi bon machann yo?
7 Behold, his couch, that [is] of Solomon, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Gade byen, se kanape vwayaj Salomon k ap monte; swasant òm pwisan kap antoure l, mesye pwisan Israël yo.
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
Yo tout ki konn manyen nepe, ki fò nan afè lagè; chak mesye gen nepe l bò kote li, pou fè gad kont menas lannwit yo.
9 A palanquin King Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
Wa Salomon te fè pou kont li yon kanape vwayaj ak bwa Liban an.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Li te fè pye li ak ajan e repo pou do a ak lò. Kote pou chita a fabrike ak twal mov, e tout anndan li byen dekore pa fi Jérusalem yo.
11 Go forth, and look, you daughters of Zion, On King Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
Ale, O fi a Sion yo, e fikse byen Wa Salomon ak kouwòn sila a manman l te kouwone l nan jou fèt maryaj li, nan jou kè kontan li an.
