Chante Salomon 2
1 Se yon woz mawon sou mòn Sawon mwen ye, yon bèl ti flè nan yon basrak.
I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 Tankou yon bèl ti flè nan mitan pikan, se konsa anmòrèz mwen ye nan mitan lòt jenn fi yo.
As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 Tankou yon pye ponm nan mitan yon rakbwa, se konsa mennaj mwen ye nan mitan lòt jenn gason yo. Mwen renmen chita anba lonbray li. Donn li gou nan bouch mwen.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Li mennen m' yon ti kote al bwè avè l'. Se pawòl damou ase l'ap glise nan zòrèy mwen.
He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5 Li remoute kouraj mwen ak pen rezen. Li rafrechi gòj mwen ak ponm. Mwen malad sitèlman mwen renmen!
Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
6 Li pase men gòch li anba tèt mwen, l'ap karese m' ak men dwat li!
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7 Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Fè m' sèman sou tèt gazèl bèf ak fenmèl kabrit ki lage nan savann yo! Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san l' pa vle.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 Mwen tande vwa mennaj mwen! Men l'ap vini. Li soti sou mòn yo, l'ap kouri desann timòn yo vin jwenn mwen.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9 Mennaj mwen tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit. Men li la dèyè miray kay la. L'ap gade nan fennèt la, l'ap veye nan jalouzi a pou wè sa m'ap fè.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
10 Mennaj mwen pale avè m', li di m': Vini non, anmòrèz mwen! Ann al avè m' non, bèl nègès mwen!
My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Gade! Sezon fredi pase, lapli sispann tonbe.
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12 Nan tout jaden, flè yo louvri. Se sezon ou tande chante toupatou. Toutrèl gen tan ap chante nan bwa.
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13 Fig frans konmanse mi. Nou ka pran sant flè pye rezen yo. Vini non, anmòrèz mwen! Ann al avè m' non, bèl nègès mwen!
The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14 Ti toutrèl mwen, ou kache nan fant wòch yo, anba gwo wòch byen wo yo. Moutre m' ti figi ou non! Fè m' tande vwa ou. Ala bèl ti figi ou bèl! Ala dous vwa ou dous!
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Kenbe vòlò yo, kenbe ti vòlò yo anvan yo ravaje jaden rezen nou yo, jaden rezen nou yo k'ap fleri.
Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16 Mennaj mwen, se pou mwen li ye! Mwen menm, se pou li mwen ye! L'ap fè mouton l' yo manje nan mitan pye woz yo.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
17 Anvan labrin tonbe, anvan solèy vin kouche, kouri tounen vin jwenn mwen, mennaj mwen, tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit k'ap kouri sou mòn byen wo yo.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
