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 gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you merie, O welbeloued.
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 sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes 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 haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?
4 Cheri mwen an te lonje men l pase nan twou pòt la. Tout santiman kè m te leve pou li.
My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward 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 vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.
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 welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.
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 citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile 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, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
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?”
O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
10 Cheri mwen an mèvèye, yon figi wouj ranpli ak sante, k ap parèt miyò pami di-mil.
My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.
11 Tèt li tankou lò, lò san tach; très cheve li tankou grap rezen e nwa tankou kòbo.
His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.
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 doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.
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 cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
14 Men li se wondèl fèt an lò, anbeli ak bijou beril. Kò li se ivwa taye ki kouvri ak pyè safi.
His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.
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 legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance 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 as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.
