Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a meadow flower of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Mwen se flè Woz Saron an, flè Lis a vale yo.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the young women.
Tankou yon flè lis pami pikan yo, se konsa cheri mwen an ye pami tout jenn fi yo.
3 As an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I sit down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
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 house of wine, 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 Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots, for I am weak with love.
Ban m fòs ak gato rezen, rafrechi m ak pòm, akoz mwen malad ak lanmou.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
Kite men goch li rete anba tèt mwen ak men dwat li pou l anbrase m.
7 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the fields, that you will not awaken or arouse 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 m leve, ni ouvri zye li jiskaske se plezi li.
8 There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping 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 beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag; look, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering 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 beloved spoke to me and said, “Arise, my love; My beautiful one, come away with me.
Cheri mwen an te reponn mwen e te di m: “Leve vini cheri mwen an, pi bèl mwen an.
11 Look, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
Paske gade, sezon fredi a fin pase, lapli fin pati nèt.
12 The flowers have appeared in the land; the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, and the sound of the doves 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 ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give off their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
Fwi pye fig etranje a fin mi, e chan rezen yo bay odè pafen. Leve vini, annou pati!”
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret clefts of the mountain crags, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”
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 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil vineyards, for our vineyard is in blossom.
Kenbe rena yo pou nou, ti rena k ap detwi chan rezen yo, paske chan nou yo ap fè flè.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
Cheri mwen an se pa m, e mwen se pa l. Li fè patiraj twoupo li pami flè lis yo.
17 Go away, my beloved, before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away. Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
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.
