Chante Salomon 4
1 A la ou bèl, cheri mwen an, a la ou bèl! Zye ou tankou toutrèl dèyè vwal ou; cheve ou tankou yon bann kabrit ki fin desann sòti Mòn Galaad.
[[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love! behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy locks are like a flock of goats Which lie down on mount Gilead;
2 Dan ou tankou yon bann mouton ak lenn fenk taye ki sot benyen. Yo tout fè pòtre jimo yo, ni youn nan yo pa pèdi pitit li.
Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which come up from the washing-place, Of which every one beareth twins, And none is barren among them;
3 Lèv ou tankou fisèl wouj e bouch ou tèlman bèl. De bò figi ou tankou yon tranch grenad dèyè vwal ou.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth comely; Thy cheeks are like a divided pomegranate behind thy veil;
4 Kou ou tankou fò David la, bati ak wòch byen ranje sou sila yo mete mil boukliye yo, tout boukliye won a mesye pwisan yo.
Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, In which there hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men;
5 De tete ou tankou de jèn ti antilòp; jimo manman k ap chache manje pami flè lis yo.
Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles, That feed among the lilies.
6 Jiskaske jou a bese pou l vin fre e lonbraj yo vin disparèt, mwen va trase chemen mwen rive nan mòn fèy bazilik la, ak nan kolin lansan an.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, I will betake me to the mountain of myrrh And the hill of frankincense.
7 Ou fin bèl nèt, cheri mwen an, e nanpwen defo nan ou.
Thou art all fair, my love; There is no spot in thee!
8 Vin avè m soti Liban, fi maryaj mwen an; m bezwen ou vini avè m sòti Liban. Vwayaje desann soti nan wo pwent Amana, soti nan wo pwent Mòn Senir ak Hermon; soti nan kav lyon yo, nan mòn a leyopa yo.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of the lions, From the mountains of the leopards.
9 Ou fè kè m bat pi vit sè mwen, fi maryaj mwen an; ou te fè kè m bat pi vit ak yon sèl ti kout zye tou kout, ak yon sèl bout fisèl nan kolye ou.
Thou hast taken captive my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast taken captive my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
10 A la bèl lanmou ou bèl, sè mwen an, fi a maryaj mwen an! A la pi bon lanmou ou pi bon pase diven e bon odè a lwil ou depase tout kalite epis!
How sweet is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much more precious thy caresses than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices!
11 Lèv ou, fi a maryaj mwen an, gen gou siwo myèl; siwo myèl ak lèt anba lang ou. Bon odè vètman ou tankou bon odè Liban an.
Thy lips, O my spouse! drop the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments is as the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 Yon jaden fèmen ak kle se sè mwen, fi a maryaj mwen; yon jaden wòch ki fèmen, yon fontèn dlo ki ansèkle.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed;
13 Boujon ou se yon chan kiltive ak pye grenad, ak fwi chwazi, pye jasmen ak ti bonm;
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with choicest fruits, Henna and spikenard,
14 ti bonm ak safran, sitwonèl ak kannèl, ak tout bwa lansan yo, lami ak lalwa, ansanm ak tout meyè kalite epis yo.
Spikenard and saffron, Sweet cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;
15 Ou menm se yon sous jaden, yon pwi dlo fre ak ti ravin dlo k ap kouri soti Liban.
A fountain of the gardens, A well of living water, A stream that floweth from Lebanon!
16 Leve, o van nan nò a, e vini van nan sid! Fè jaden mwen respire ak souf bon odè; kite epis li yo vante gaye toupatou. Ke cheri mwen an vin nan jaden li an pou manje tout fwi chwa li yo.
[[M.]] Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out! May my beloved come to his garden, And eat his pleasant fruits.
