Song of Solomon 4
1 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, lo, thou [art] fair, Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone 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 Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not 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 As a thread of scarlet [are] thy lips, And thy speech [is] comely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil,
Lèv ou tankou fisèl wouj e bouch ou tèlman bèl. De bò figi ou tankou yon tranch grenad dèyè vwal ou.
4 As the tower of David [is] thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
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 Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
De tete ou tankou de jèn ti antilòp; jimo manman k ap chache manje pami flè lis yo.
6 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto 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 Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
Ou fin bèl nèt, cheri mwen an, e nanpwen defo nan ou.
8 Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of 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 Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy 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 wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all 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 Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments [Is] as the fragrance 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 garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut up — a fountain sealed.
Yon jaden fèmen ak kle se sè mwen, fi a maryaj mwen; yon jaden wòch ki fèmen, yon fontèn dlo ki ansèkle.
13 Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,
Boujon ou se yon chan kiltive ak pye grenad, ak fwi chwazi, pye jasmen ak ti bonm;
14 Cypresses with nard — nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief 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 fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
Ou menm se yon sous jaden, yon pwi dlo fre ak ti ravin dlo k ap kouri soti Liban.
16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant 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.
