Chante Salomon 8
1 Poukisa se pa t' frè m' ou te ye, frè ki tete menm manman avè m'? Lè m' ta kontre avè ou nan lari, m' ta gen dwa bo ou, pesonn pa ta wè mal nan sa.
Who shall give thee to me for my brother, sucking the breasts of my mother, that I may find thee without, and kiss thee, and now no man may despise me?
2 Mwen ta mennen ou lakay manman m', mwen ta fè ou antre. Ou ta moutre m' sa pou m' fè. M' ta ba ou diven melanje ak fèy santi bon ak ji grenad mwen yo pou ou bwè.
I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother’s house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates.
3 Li pase men gòch li anba tèt mwen, l'ap karese m' ak men dwat li.
His left hand under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4 Nou menm medam lavil Jerizalèm, tanpri, tanpri souple! Pa deranje anmòrèz mwen lè l'ap dòmi. Pa leve l' san l' pa vle.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love till she please.
5 Kilès sa a k'ap vin sot nan dezè a? Kilès sa a ki apiye sou bra mennaj li konsa? Anba pye ponm lan, mwen leve ou nan dòmi. Se la ou te fèt. Se la manman ou te fè ou wè solèy.
Who is this that cometh up from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I raised thee up: there thy mother was corrupted, there she was defloured that bore thee.
6 Pa renmen lòt moun pase mwen ase! Kenbe m' fò nan bra ou! renmen tankou lanmò. Lè ou renmen yon moun tout bon, se mouri w'ap mouri pou li. renmen met dife nan tout kò ou. Dife sa a se nan Bondye li soti. (Sheol h7585)
Put me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy as hard as hell, the lamps thereof are fire and flames. (Sheol h7585)
7 Pa gen dlo ki ka touye l'. Pa gen larivyè ki ka tenyen l'. Yon moun te mèt ofri tout richès lakay li pou l' ta achte renmen, pesonn pa ta okipe l'.
Many waters cannot quench charity, neither can the floods drown it: if a man should give all the substance of his house for love, he shall despise it as nothing.
8 Nou gen yon ti sè, li poko menm pouse tete. Kisa pou nou fè pou li si yon jenn gason vin ap file l'?
Our sister is little, and hath no breasts. What shall we do to our sister in the day when she is to be spoken to?
9 Si se yon miray li ye, n'a bati yon gwo fò won an ajan sou li. Si se yon pòt li ye, n'a fèmen l' ak batan sèd, n'a kouvri l' ak panno bwa sèd.
If she be a wall: let us build upon it bulwarks of silver: if she be a door, let us join it together with boards or cedar.
10 Se yon miray ranpa mwen ye. Tete m' tankou de fò. Se poutèt sa, nan je mennaj mwen, m' se yon fanm ki jwenn bonè m'.
I am a wall: and my breasts are as a tower since I am become in his presence as one finding peace.
11 Salomon te gen yon jaden rezen yon kote yo rele Baal-Amon. Li bay kèk moun okipe l' pou li. Lè rekòt, yo chak pou te ba li mil (1.000) pyès ajan.
The peaceable had a vineyard, in that which hath people: he let out the same to keepers, every man bringeth for the fruit thereof a thousand pieces of silver.
12 Mwen gen jaden rezen pa m' m'ap okipe. Salomon, ou mèt kenbe mil (1.000) pyès ajan pa ou yo ak desan (200) pyès ajan pou moun k'ap veye rekòt la.
My vineyard is before me. A thousand are for thee, the peaceable, and two hundred for them that keep the fruit thereof.
13 Zanmi kanmarad ap pare zòrèy pou tande ou. Fè m' tande vwa ou non, ou menm ki rete nan jaden yo!
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice.
14 Kouri non, mennaj mwen! Kouri tankou yon kabrit, tankou yon jenn ti kabrit sou mòn ki gen bon sant yo!
Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.
