Chante Salomon 2
1 Se yon woz mawon sou mòn Sawon mwen ye, yon bèl ti flè nan yon basrak.
I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the 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. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit [was] 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 brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.
5 Li remoute kouraj mwen ak pen rezen. Li rafrechi gòj mwen ak ponm. Mwen malad sitèlman mwen renmen!
Stay me with flagons, comfort 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, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and 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 roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself 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, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] 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 the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle 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 putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. 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!
O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, 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 vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
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 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 break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
