Song of Solomon 5
1 I have come to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Indeed, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!
M' antre nan jaden ki pou mwen an! Sò mwen, bèl ti nègès mwen. Mwen keyi lami ak lòt fèy santi bon. Mwen manje gato myèl mwen ak tout siwo a. Mwen bwè diven m', mwen bwè lèt mwen. Mezanmi, manje manje nou! Bwè bwè nou! Fè lamou nou jouk nou sou!
2 I am sleeping, but my heart wakes: The sound of my beloved knocking! “Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.”
Mwen t'ap dòmi, men kè m' t'ap veye. Mwen tande mennaj mwen k'ap frape nan pòt la. Louvri pou mwen, tanpri, sò mwen, fiyanse m', toutrèl mwen, bèl nègès mwen! Seren mouye tout tèt mwen. Tout cheve m' plen dlo lawouze.
3 I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?
Mwen gen tan wete rad sou mwen, Ou ta vle m' mete rad sou mwen ankò? M' gen tan lave pye m'. Ou ta vle m' mete yo atè ankò?
4 My beloved sent his hand from the network, And my bowels were moved for him.
Mennaj mwen pase men l' nan twou pòt la. Tout san nan kò m' mache.
5 I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dripped myrrh, Indeed, my fingers were flowing [with] myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
Lamenm, mwen leve pou m' louvri pou mennaj mwen. Sant lami a te sou tout men m'. Li t'ap degoute nan dwèt mwen sou kwòchèt pòt la.
6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew—he passed on, My soul went forth when he spoke, I sought him, and did not find him. I called him, and he did not answer me.
Lè mwen louvri pòt la pou li, li te gen tan al fè wout li. Jan m' te santi m' ap mouri lè m' te tande l' ap pale a! M' chache l', m' pa jwenn li! M' rele l', li pa reponn!
7 The watchmen who go around the city, Found me, struck me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
Gad k'ap fè patwouy nan tout lavil la kontre avè m'. Yo bat mwen, yo toufounen m'! Gad ki t'ap fè faksyon sou miray ranpa yo pran gwo manto ki te sou mwen an.
8 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved—What do you tell him? That I [am] sick with love!
Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm yo, tanpri, tanpri souple! Si nou kontre ak mennaj mwen an, di l' pou mwen: mwen malad sitèlman mwen renmen!
9 What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, O beautiful among women? What [is] your beloved above [any] beloved, That thus you have adjured us?
Ou menm ki pi bèl pase tout fanm, kisa mennaj ou genyen pase lòt gason? Wi, kisa li genyen lòt gason pa genyen, pou ou mande nou fè sa pou ou?
10 My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
Mennaj mwen bèl, li byen kanpe. Li fasil pou rekonèt, te mèt nan mitan dimil (10.000) gason.
11 His head [is] pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
Figi l' gen yon bèl koule jòn, tankou lò. Cheve li yo tankou fèy palmis nan van. Yo nwa tankou plim kaou.
12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fullness.
De je l' yo, ou ta di de pijon bò yon ti dlo larivyè. Ou ta di de ti pijon nwa k'ap benyen nan de kivèt lèt.
13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips—lilies, dripping [and] flowing [with] myrrh,
De bò figi l' yo tankou de jaden plen zèb ak flè santi bon! Bouch li tankou flè savann ki gen bon sant.
14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
Men l' yo, ou ta di chenn an lò, ak yon bann bèl ti pyè topaz kole sou yo. Kò li, ou ta di yon gwo moso ivwa tou blan byen poli, kouvri ak pyè safi.
15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
Janm li yo, ou ta di de poto mab byen kanpe sou de moso lò bon kalite. Lè ou gade l', li tankou mòn Liban, li kanpe tankou gwo pye sèd Liban yo.
16 His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This [is] my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
Anndan bouch li dous tankou siwo myèl. Li bèl gason nan tout kò li. Se konsa mennaj mwen an ye, se konsa zanmi m' lan ye, medam lavil Jerizalèm!
