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 into 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, friends. Drink, yes, drink abundantly, 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 was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and 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. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4 Mennaj mwen pase men l' nan twou pòt la. Tout san nan kò m' mache.
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. 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 liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
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 to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, 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.
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
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!
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint 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 another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
10 Mennaj mwen bèl, li byen kanpe. Li fasil pou rekonèt, te mèt nan mitan dimil (10.000) gason.
My beloved is radiant and tan. The best 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 like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, 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 water brooks, washed with milk, 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 a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid 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 hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid 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 like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent 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 sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
