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 am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
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 slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops 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 put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? —
4 Cheri mwen an te lonje men l pase nan twou pòt la. Tout santiman kè m te leve pou li.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my bowels yearned 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 to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon 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I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no 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 that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil 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 charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of 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?”
What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so charge 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 chiefest among ten thousand.
11 Tèt li tankou lò, lò san tach; très cheve li tankou grap rezen e nwa tankou kòbo.
His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the 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 by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
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 as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips 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 gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, 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, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as 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 most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
