Chante Salomon 2
1 Mwen se flè Woz Saron an, flè Lis a vale yo.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Tankou yon flè lis pami pikan yo, se konsa cheri mwen an ye pami tout jenn fi yo.
As a lily among thorns, 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 an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its 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 hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
5 Ban m fòs ak gato rezen, rafrechi m ak pòm, akoz mwen malad ak lanmou.
'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
6 Kite men goch li rete anba tèt mwen ak men dwat li pou l anbrase m.
Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
8 Koute! Men cheri mwen an! Men l ap vini! L ap monte sou mòn yo, epi vòltije sou kolin yo!
Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon 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 beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.
10 Cheri mwen an te reponn mwen e te di m: “Leve vini cheri mwen an, pi bèl mwen an.
My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Paske gade, sezon fredi a fin pase, lapli fin pati nèt.
For, lo, 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 appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard 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 putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair 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, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'
15 Kenbe rena yo pou nou, ti rena k ap detwi chan rezen yo, paske chan nou yo ap fè flè.
'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'
16 Cheri mwen an se pa m, e mwen se pa l. Li fè patiraj twoupo li pami flè lis yo.
My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.
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.
Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
