Chante Salomon 5
1 Mwen te vini nan jaden mwen an, sè mwen, fi a maryaj mwen an. Mwen te ranmase lami mwen ak tout fèy awomatik mwen. Mwen te manje gato myèl ak siwo myèl mwen; mwen te bwè diven mwen ak lèt mwen. Lòt Yo Manje, zanmi nou yo; bwè e vin sou ak lanmou!
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
2 Mwen t ap dòmi, men kè m t ap veye. Yon vwa! Cheri mwen an t ap frape sou pòt la: “Ouvri pou mwen, sè mwen, cheri mwen an, toutrèl mwen an, ou menm ki pafè pou mwen an! Tèt mwen mouye ak lawouze, très cheve mwen ak imidite nwit lan.
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 Mwen te fin retire rad mwen; kijan pou m ta remete l ankò a? Mwen te lave pye mwen; kijan pou m ta fè vin sal yo ankò a?
I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4 Cheri mwen an te lonje men l pase nan twou pòt la. Tout santiman kè m te leve pou li.
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
5 Mwen te leve pou ouvri pou cheri mwen an. Men m te degoute menm ak lami, e dwèt mwen ak dlo lami, sou manch boulon pòt lan.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 Mwen te ouvri a cheri mwen an, men cheri mwen an te vire kite pou l ale! Kè m te sòti lè l te pale a. Mwen te chache li, men mwen pa t jwenn li. Mwen te rele li, men li pa t reponn mwen.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
7 Gadyen ki te fè tou vil la te twouve mwen. Yo te bat mwen. Yo te blese mwen. Jandam sou miray la te retire gwo manto mwen an.
The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
8 “M ap avèti nou, O fi a Jérusalem yo, si nou jwenn cheri mwen an, konsa nou va di l; ke mwen malad ak lanmou.”
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
9 “Ki jan cheri ki cheri ou a, sinon pi bèl pami fanm yo? Ki jan cheri ki cheri ou a, pi bon pase lòt, ke ou ta nomen non l devan nou konsa?”
How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
10 Cheri mwen an mèvèye, yon figi wouj ranpli ak sante, k ap parèt miyò pami di-mil.
My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11 Tèt li tankou lò, lò san tach; très cheve li tankou grap rezen e nwa tankou kòbo.
His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
12 Zye li tankou toutrèl akote dlo k ap koule, ki benyen nan lèt, ki monte kon bijou akote yon basen dlo.
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13 De bò figi li tankou yon kabann fèt ak fèy awomatik, kap poze sou yon kouch zèb santi bon. Lèv li yo se flè lis ki degoute dlo lami.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14 Men li se wondèl fèt an lò, anbeli ak bijou beril. Kò li se ivwa taye ki kouvri ak pyè safi.
His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15 Janm li se pilye fèt an mèb blan, plase sou yon baz lò san tach; aparans li tankou chwa Liban an, kon pi bèl bwa sèd li.
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 Bouch li plen ak dousè. Li dezirab nèt. Sa se cheri mwen an, e sa se zanmi mwen an, o fi Jérusalem yo.
His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
