Chante Salomon 1
1 Kantik A Kantik Yo, ki ekri pa Salomon.
The Song of Songs, which is by Solomon.
2 Kite l bo m ak bo bouch li! Paske lanmou ou bon pase diven.
[[M.]] O that he would kiss me with one of the kisses of his mouth! For thy love is better than wine.
3 Lwil pafen ou yo santi bon. Non ou menm se tankou lwil kap vide; se pou sa ke tout vyèj yo renmen ou konsa.
Because of the savor of thy precious perfumes, (Thy name is like fragrant oil poured forth, ) Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 Rale m dèyè ou e annou kouri ansanm! Wa a mennen m nan chanm li yo. Lòt Yo “Nou va rejwi nan ou e fè kè kontan; nou va leve lanmou ou wo plis pase diven. Jenn Fi a Ak bon rezon, yo renmen ou konsa.”
Draw me after thee; let us run! The king hath led me to his chambers! We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will praise thy love more than wine. Justly do they love thee!
5 Mwen menm, mwen nwa; men mwen byen bèl, O fi a Jérusalem yo, tankou tant Kédar yo, tankou rido a Salomon yo.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Pa gade mwen konsa akoz mwen nwa; solèy la brile m konsa. Fis a manman m yo te byen fache avè m; Yo te fè m gadyen chan rezen yo. Men pwòp jaden pa m nan vin neglije.
Gaze not upon me because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me! My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; My vineyard, my own, have I not kept.
7 Pale mwen, ou menm nan ke nanm mwen tèlman renmen; ki kote ou fè patiraj twoupo ou a? Ki kote ou konn fè l kouche a midi? Paske poukisa mwen ta tankou yon moun ki vwale figi li nan kote twoupo zanmi ou yo?
Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou leadest it to rest at noon; For why should I be like a veiled one by the flocks of thy companions?
8 Si ou menm, ou pa konnen, O pi bèl pami tout fanm yo; janbe swiv wout twoupo a, e fè patiraj pou jenn kabrit ou yo akote tant bèje ou yo.
[[Lad.]] If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Trace thou thy way by the tracks of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents!
9 Pou mwen, cheri mwen an, ou tankou pi bèl poulich pami sa kap rale cha Farawon an.
[[Lov.]] To the horses in the chariots of Pharaoh Do I compare thee, my love!
10 Bò figi ou byen bèl ak zanno, kou ou ak bèl kolye.
Comely are thy cheeks with rows of jewels, Thy neck with strings of pearls.
11 Nou va fè pou ou dekorasyon an lò anbeli ak pwent an ajan tou won.
Golden chains will we make for thee, With studs of silver.
12 Pandan wa a te sou tab li, pafen mwen te rive kote l ak bèl odè.
[[M.]] While the king reclineth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 Sila ke m renmen an se yon pòch pafen; fèy bazilik ki pase tout nwit lan antre tete mwen.
A bunch of myrrh is my beloved to me; He shall abide between my breasts.
14 Cheri mwen an se yon grap flè jasmen byen plase nan chan rezen En-Guédi yo.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers From the gardens of Engedi.
15 “Tèlman ou bèl, cheri mwen an; tèlman ou bèl! Zye ou tankou toutrèl yo.”
[[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves.
16 Gade jan ou bèl e byen agreyab, cheri mwen an; anverite, se zèb vèt kap fè kabann nou.
[[M.]] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, lovely; And green is our bed.
17 Pilye kay nou se bwa sèd e travès yo se bwa pen.
The cedars are the beams of our house, And its roof the cypresses.
