Song of Solomon 2
1 As a lily among the thorns,
Mwen se flè Woz Saron an, flè Lis a vale yo.
2 So [is] my friend among the daughters!
Tankou yon flè lis pami pikan yo, se konsa cheri mwen an ye pami tout jenn fi yo.
3 As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, 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 hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
Li te mennen m nan gwo sal bankè li, e drapo li monte sou mwen an se lanmou.
5 Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick 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 doth embrace me.
Kite men goch li rete anba tèt mwen ak men dwat li pou l anbrase m.
7 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
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 beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from 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 hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
Cheri mwen an te reponn mwen e te di m: “Leve vini cheri mwen an, pi bèl mwen an.
11 For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.
Paske gade, sezon fredi a fin pase, lapli fin pati nèt.
12 The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
Fwi pye fig etranje a fin mi, e chan rezen yo bay odè pafen. Leve vini, annou pati!”
14 My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance 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 ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
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, Who is delighting among the lilies,
Cheri mwen an se pa m, e mwen se pa l. Li fè patiraj twoupo li pami flè lis yo.
17 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On 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.
