Song of Solomon 4
1 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
A la ou bèl, cheri mwen an, a la ou bèl! Zye ou tankou toutrèl dèyè vwal ou; cheve ou tankou yon bann kabrit ki fin desann sòti Mòn Galaad.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
Dan ou tankou yon bann mouton ak lenn fenk taye ki sot benyen. Yo tout fè pòtre jimo yo, ni youn nan yo pa pèdi pitit li.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Lèv ou tankou fisèl wouj e bouch ou tèlman bèl. De bò figi ou tankou yon tranch grenad dèyè vwal ou.
4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
Kou ou tankou fò David la, bati ak wòch byen ranje sou sila yo mete mil boukliye yo, tout boukliye won a mesye pwisan yo.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
De tete ou tankou de jèn ti antilòp; jimo manman k ap chache manje pami flè lis yo.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Jiskaske jou a bese pou l vin fre e lonbraj yo vin disparèt, mwen va trase chemen mwen rive nan mòn fèy bazilik la, ak nan kolin lansan an.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
Ou fin bèl nèt, cheri mwen an, e nanpwen defo nan ou.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Vin avè m soti Liban, fi maryaj mwen an; m bezwen ou vini avè m sòti Liban. Vwayaje desann soti nan wo pwent Amana, soti nan wo pwent Mòn Senir ak Hermon; soti nan kav lyon yo, nan mòn a leyopa yo.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Ou fè kè m bat pi vit sè mwen, fi maryaj mwen an; ou te fè kè m bat pi vit ak yon sèl ti kout zye tou kout, ak yon sèl bout fisèl nan kolye ou.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine. The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices.
A la bèl lanmou ou bèl, sè mwen an, fi a maryaj mwen an! A la pi bon lanmou ou pi bon pase diven e bon odè a lwil ou depase tout kalite epis!
11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Lèv ou, fi a maryaj mwen an, gen gou siwo myèl; siwo myèl ak lèt anba lang ou. Bon odè vètman ou tankou bon odè Liban an.
12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
Yon jaden fèmen ak kle se sè mwen, fi a maryaj mwen; yon jaden wòch ki fèmen, yon fontèn dlo ki ansèkle.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
Boujon ou se yon chan kiltive ak pye grenad, ak fwi chwazi, pye jasmen ak ti bonm;
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
ti bonm ak safran, sitwonèl ak kannèl, ak tout bwa lansan yo, lami ak lalwa, ansanm ak tout meyè kalite epis yo.
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Ou menm se yon sous jaden, yon pwi dlo fre ak ti ravin dlo k ap kouri soti Liban.
16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
Leve, o van nan nò a, e vini van nan sid! Fè jaden mwen respire ak souf bon odè; kite epis li yo vante gaye toupatou. Ke cheri mwen an vin nan jaden li an pou manje tout fwi chwa li yo.
