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.
[[Lov.]] 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.
[[M.]] As the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons. In his shadow I love to sit down, And his fruit is 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 his banqueting-house, And his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins,
5 Ban m fòs ak gato rezen, rafrechi m ak pòm, akoz mwen malad ak lanmou.
Refresh me with apples! For I am sick 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 embraceth 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.
[[Lov.]] I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till she please!
8 Koute! Men cheri mwen an! Men l ap vini! L ap monte sou mòn yo, epi vòltije sou kolin yo!
[[M.]] The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Bounding 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.
Like a gazelle is my beloved, Or a young hind. Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He is looking through the windows; He glanceth 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 speaketh, and saith to 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 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 is spicing its green fruit; The vines in blossom give forth 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 recesses of the rock, In the hiding-places of the steep craggy mountain, Let me see thy face, Let me hear thy voice! For sweet is thy voice, And thy face lovely.”
15 Kenbe rena yo pou nou, ti rena k ap detwi chan rezen yo, paske chan nou yo ap fè flè.
Take ye for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines; For our vines are now 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; He 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.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.
