Chante Salomon 2
1 Mwen se flè Woz Saron an, flè Lis a vale yo.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily 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 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 the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow 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 brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Ban m fòs ak gato rezen, rafrechi m ak pòm, akoz mwen malad ak lanmou.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of 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 does 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 charge you, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
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 beloved! behold, he comes 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 roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself 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 the singing of birds has 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 puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. 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 are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your 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 vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
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: he feeds 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 break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
