Chante Salomon 3
1 Sou kabann mwen, pandan nwit la, mwen te chache sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te chache l, men m pa t jwenn li.
By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
2 Koulye a fòk mwen leve mache toupatou nan vil la; nan ri yo ak nan plas yo. Fòk mwen chache sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te chache l, men m pa t jwenn li.
I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
3 Gadyen ki fè tou vil la te twouve m. Mwen te mande l: “Èske ou konn wè sila ke nanm mwen renmen an?”
The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
4 Lè m fenk kite yo mwen te jwenn sila ke nanm mwen renmen an. Mwen te kenbe l, mwen te refize lage l jiskaske mwen mennen l rive lakay manman m, pou l antre nan chanm a sila ki te vin ansent mwen an.
I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
5 M ap avèti nou, O fi a Jérusalem yo, nan non antilòp ak bich mawon an, pou nou pa fè lanmou leve ni ouvri zye l jiskaske se plezi li.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
6 Se kisa k ap monte kite dezè a tankou pilye lafimen yo, byen pafime ak fèy bazilik ak lansan, plen ak poud santi bon machann yo?
Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
7 Gade byen, se kanape vwayaj Salomon k ap monte; swasant òm pwisan kap antoure l, mesye pwisan Israël yo.
See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
8 Yo tout ki konn manyen nepe, ki fò nan afè lagè; chak mesye gen nepe l bò kote li, pou fè gad kont menas lannwit yo.
All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
9 Wa Salomon te fè pou kont li yon kanape vwayaj ak bwa Liban an.
King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
10 Li te fè pye li ak ajan e repo pou do a ak lò. Kote pou chita a fabrike ak twal mov, e tout anndan li byen dekore pa fi Jérusalem yo.
He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
11 Ale, O fi a Sion yo, e fikse byen Wa Salomon ak kouwòn sila a manman l te kouwone l nan jou fèt maryaj li, nan jou kè kontan li an.
Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
