Chante Salomon 6
1 Ou menm ki pi bèl fanm pase tout fanm, kote mennaj ou ale? Ki wout ou wè li pran? Nou pral ede ou chache l'.
Whither is thy friend gone, O fairest of women? whither hath thy friend turned himself? that we may seek him with thee?—
2 Mennaj mwen al nan jaden l', kote pyebwa santi bon ap pouse. li al bay mouton l' yo manje. li al ranmase bèl ti flè.
My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Mennaj mwen pou mwen, mwen pou mennaj mwen. li ap fè mouton l' yo manje nan mitan bèl ti flè yo.
I am my friend's, and my friend is mine: he that feedeth among the lilies.—
4 Anmòrèz mwen, ou bèl tankou lavil Tisa. Lè m' wè ou sa fè m' plezi tankou lè m' wè lavil Jerizalèm. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!
Thou art beautiful, O my beloved, like Thirzah, comely like Jerusalem, terrible as armies encamped round their banners.
5 Sispann gade m', paske lè ou gade m', ou fè m' pa konn sa m'ap fè. Cheve ou ap danse bò figi ou tankou kabrit k'ap kouri desann sou mòn Galarad yo.
Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have excited me: thy hair is like a flock of goats that come quietly down from mount Gil'ad.
6 Dan ou yo blan tankou mouton yo fèk sot benyen. Ou pa manke yonn ladan yo. Tout dan anwo yo mache ak dan anba yo.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes which are come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and there is not one among them that is deprived of her young.
7 De bò figi ou yo ou ta di de bò grenad anba vwal ou a.
Like the half of the pomegranate is the upper part of thy cheek behind thy vail.
8 Wa a gen swasant renn, katreven fanm kay. Pou jenn fi menm, se pa pale.
Sixty are the queens, and eighty the concubines, and the young women without number;
9 Men, pa gen tankou jenn ti pijon mwen an. Li menm ase mwen renmen. Se sèl pitit fi manman l' fè. Se pitit sa a li pi renmen. Lè jenn fi yo wè l', yo di: Gade sa Bondye fè pou ou! Renn yo ak fanm kay yo menm ap fè lwanj li.
But one alone is my dove, my guiltless one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the chosen of her that bore her: maidens see her, and call her happy; yea, queens and concubines, and praise her.
10 Kilès sa a k'ap parèt tankou solèy ki fèk leve? Li bèl tankou lalin, li klere tankou solèy. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!
Who is this that shineth forth like the morning-dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as armies encamped round their banners?
11 Mwen desann nan jaden zanmann yo pou m' te wè jenn ti plant yo nan fon an, pou m' wè si pye rezen yo ap boujonnen, si pye grenad yo ap fleri.
Into the nut-garden was I gone down, to look about among the plants of the valley, to see whether the vine had blossomed, whether the pomegranates had budded.
12 Apre sa, m' pa konn sa ki pase m'. M' santi m' tankou yon sòlda sou cha lagè ki anvi al goumen.
I knew not [how it was], my soul made me [like] the chariots of my noble people.
13 Tounen non, fanm lavil Choulam! Tounen! Tounen non pou n' ka gade ou! Poukisa nou vle gade fanm lavil Choulam lan k'ap danse nan mitan de ran moun?
Return, return, O Shulammith; return, return, that we may look upon thee. “What will ye see in the Shulammith?” As though it were the dance of a double company.
