Chante Salomon 5
1 M' antre nan jaden ki pou mwen an! Sò mwen, bèl ti nègès mwen. Mwen keyi lami ak lòt fèy santi bon. Mwen manje gato myèl mwen ak tout siwo a. Mwen bwè diven m', mwen bwè lèt mwen. Mezanmi, manje manje nou! Bwè bwè nou! Fè lamou nou jouk nou sou!
I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
2 Mwen t'ap dòmi, men kè m' t'ap veye. Mwen tande mennaj mwen k'ap frape nan pòt la. Louvri pou mwen, tanpri, sò mwen, fiyanse m', toutrèl mwen, bèl nègès mwen! Seren mouye tout tèt mwen. Tout cheve m' plen dlo lawouze.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 Mwen gen tan wete rad sou mwen, Ou ta vle m' mete rad sou mwen ankò? M' gen tan lave pye m'. Ou ta vle m' mete yo atè ankò?
I have taken off my robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
4 Mennaj mwen pase men l' nan twou pòt la. Tout san nan kò m' mache.
My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
5 Lamenm, mwen leve pou m' louvri pou mennaj mwen. Sant lami a te sou tout men m'. Li t'ap degoute nan dwèt mwen sou kwòchèt pòt la.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
6 Lè mwen louvri pòt la pou li, li te gen tan al fè wout li. Jan m' te santi m' ap mouri lè m' te tande l' ap pale a! M' chache l', m' pa jwenn li! M' rele l', li pa reponn!
I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
7 Gad k'ap fè patwouy nan tout lavil la kontre avè m'. Yo bat mwen, yo toufounen m'! Gad ki t'ap fè faksyon sou miray ranpa yo pran gwo manto ki te sou mwen an.
I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
8 Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm yo, tanpri, tanpri souple! Si nou kontre ak mennaj mwen an, di l' pou mwen: mwen malad sitèlman mwen renmen!
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
9 Ou menm ki pi bèl pase tout fanm, kisa mennaj ou genyen pase lòt gason? Wi, kisa li genyen lòt gason pa genyen, pou ou mande nou fè sa pou ou?
How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
10 Mennaj mwen bèl, li byen kanpe. Li fasil pou rekonèt, te mèt nan mitan dimil (10.000) gason.
My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 Figi l' gen yon bèl koule jòn, tankou lò. Cheve li yo tankou fèy palmis nan van. Yo nwa tankou plim kaou.
His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12 De je l' yo, ou ta di de pijon bò yon ti dlo larivyè. Ou ta di de ti pijon nwa k'ap benyen nan de kivèt lèt.
His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
13 De bò figi l' yo tankou de jaden plen zèb ak flè santi bon! Bouch li tankou flè savann ki gen bon sant.
His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
14 Men l' yo, ou ta di chenn an lò, ak yon bann bèl ti pyè topaz kole sou yo. Kò li, ou ta di yon gwo moso ivwa tou blan byen poli, kouvri ak pyè safi.
His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.
15 Janm li yo, ou ta di de poto mab byen kanpe sou de moso lò bon kalite. Lè ou gade l', li tankou mòn Liban, li kanpe tankou gwo pye sèd Liban yo.
His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
16 Anndan bouch li dous tankou siwo myèl. Li bèl gason nan tout kò li. Se konsa mennaj mwen an ye, se konsa zanmi m' lan ye, medam lavil Jerizalèm!
His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
