Chante Salomon 6
1 “Kote cheri ou a te ale, o pi bèl pami fanm yo? Kote cheri ou a te vire, pou nou ka chache li ansanm avèk ou?”
Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?
2 Cheri mwen an te desann nan jaden li an, nan kabann ki fèt ak fèy awomatik, pou fè patiraj twoupo li nan jaden yo, pou ranmase flè lis.
My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Mwen pou cheri mwen an e cheri mwen pou mwen; sila ki fè patiraj twoupo li pami flè lis yo.
I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
4 Ou bèl, cheri mwen an, tankou Thirtsa; bèl tankou Jérusalem, mèvèye tankou yon lame ak drapo yo.
Fair [art] thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
5 Vire zye ou! Pa gade m! Paske zye ou fè m egare. Cheve ou tankou yon bann kabrit k ap soti desann Galaad.
Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair [is] as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
6 Dan ou tankou yon bann mouton ki fenk monte sot benyen. Yo tout ki pòtre marasa. Nanpwen menm youn nan yo ki pèdi pitit.
Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
7 De bò figi ou tankou yon tranch grenad dèyè vwal ou.
As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil.
8 Genyen swasant rèn ak katre-ven konkibin, e jèn fi menm pa kab konte;
Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number.
9 Men toutrèl mwen an, parèy san parèy mwen an inik; li se sèl fi a manman li. Fi san tach a sila ki te pote li a. Jenn fi yo te wè l e te rele l beni; ni rèn ni konkibin yo. Yo te louwe l pou di:
One is my dove, my perfect one, One she [is] of her mother, The choice one she [is] of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
10 Kilès li ye ki grandi kon solèy leve a, bèl tankou plèn lin nan, san tach tankou solèy la, e mèvèye tankou yon lame ak tout drapo li a?
'Who [is] this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon — clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
11 Mwen te desann nan chan bwa nwa yo pou wè bwa vèt yo nan vale a; pou wè si chan rezen fin fè boujon, oswa grenad yo te fleri.
Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed —
12 Avan mwen te menm konnen, dezi m te plase mwen sou cha a pèp nòb mwen an.
I knew not my soul, It made me — chariots of my people Nadib.
13 Retounen, retounen, O Silamit lan; retounen, retounen, pou zye nou ka gade ou! Salomon Poukisa ou ta gade Silamit lan tankou se nan dans a de twoup koral?
Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
