Chante Salomon 2
1 Mwen se flè Woz Saron an, flè Lis a vale yo.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 Tankou yon flè lis pami pikan yo, se konsa cheri mwen an ye pami tout jenn fi yo.
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Tankou yon pye pòm pami bwa nan forè, se konsa cheri mwen an ye pami jennonm yo. Nan lonbraj li mwen te pran gwo plezi pou m te chita; konsa fwi li te dous nan gou m.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Li te mennen m nan gwo sal bankè li, e drapo li monte sou mwen an se lanmou.
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5 Ban m fòs ak gato rezen, rafrechi m ak pòm, akoz mwen malad ak lanmou.
Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
6 Kite men goch li rete anba tèt mwen ak men dwat li pou l anbrase m.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7 M ap avèti nou, O fi a Jérusalem yo, nan non antilòp ak bich mawon an, pou nou pa fè lanmou m leve, ni ouvri zye li jiskaske se plezi li.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8 Koute! Men cheri mwen an! Men l ap vini! L ap monte sou mòn yo, epi vòltije sou kolin yo!
The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
9 Cheri mwen an tankou yon antilòp, oswa yon jenn sèf. Gade byen, li kanpe dèyè mi kay nou an; l ap gade nan fenèt yo, l ap gade nan jalouzi a.
My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10 Cheri mwen an te reponn mwen e te di m: “Leve vini cheri mwen an, pi bèl mwen an.
My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Paske gade, sezon fredi a fin pase, lapli fin pati nèt.
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 Flè yo deja parèt nan peyi a; tan an chante a fin rive! Vwa toutrèl la ap koute deja nan peyi a.
The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;
13 Fwi pye fig etranje a fin mi, e chan rezen yo bay odè pafen. Leve vini, annou pati!”
The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
14 O toutrèl nan fant wòch mwen an, nan kote sekrè chemen ki monte apik, kite mwen wè figi ou, kite mwen tande vwa ou! Paske vwa ou dous e fòm ou bèl nèt.
O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
15 Kenbe rena yo pou nou, ti rena k ap detwi chan rezen yo, paske chan nou yo ap fè flè.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
16 Cheri mwen an se pa m, e mwen se pa l. Li fè patiraj twoupo li pami flè lis yo.
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 Jiskaske joune a vin fè fre lè lonbraj yo kouri ale; vire, cheri mwen an, fè tankou antilòp la, oswa jenn sèf sou mòn Bether a.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
