< 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 sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find 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 city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find 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 city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
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 had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the chamber of her who conceived me.
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 adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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 who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
7 Gade byen, se kanape vwayaj Salomon k ap monte; swasant òm pwisan kap antoure l, mesye pwisan Israël yo.
Look, it is Solomon's carriage. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men 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.
They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, 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 carriage 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 bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
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 forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.

< Chante Salomon 3 >