Chante Salomon 1
1 Kantik A Kantik Yo, ki ekri pa Salomon.
2 Kite l bo m ak bo bouch li! Paske lanmou ou bon pase diven.
Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
3 Lwil pafen ou yo santi bon. Non ou menm se tankou lwil kap vide; se pou sa ke tout vyèj yo renmen ou konsa.
fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
4 Rale m dèyè ou e annou kouri ansanm! Wa a mennen m nan chanm li yo. Lòt Yo “Nou va rejwi nan ou e fè kè kontan; nou va leve lanmou ou wo plis pase diven. Jenn Fi a Ak bon rezon, yo renmen ou konsa.”
Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
5 Mwen menm, mwen nwa; men mwen byen bèl, O fi a Jérusalem yo, tankou tant Kédar yo, tankou rido a Salomon yo.
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
6 Pa gade mwen konsa akoz mwen nwa; solèy la brile m konsa. Fis a manman m yo te byen fache avè m; Yo te fè m gadyen chan rezen yo. Men pwòp jaden pa m nan vin neglije.
Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.
7 Pale mwen, ou menm nan ke nanm mwen tèlman renmen; ki kote ou fè patiraj twoupo ou a? Ki kote ou konn fè l kouche a midi? Paske poukisa mwen ta tankou yon moun ki vwale figi li nan kote twoupo zanmi ou yo?
Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
8 Si ou menm, ou pa konnen, O pi bèl pami tout fanm yo; janbe swiv wout twoupo a, e fè patiraj pou jenn kabrit ou yo akote tant bèje ou yo.
Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
9 Pou mwen, cheri mwen an, ou tankou pi bèl poulich pami sa kap rale cha Farawon an.
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Bò figi ou byen bèl ak zanno, kou ou ak bèl kolye.
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
11 Nou va fè pou ou dekorasyon an lò anbeli ak pwent an ajan tou won.
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
12 Pandan wa a te sou tab li, pafen mwen te rive kote l ak bèl odè.
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
13 Sila ke m renmen an se yon pòch pafen; fèy bazilik ki pase tout nwit lan antre tete mwen.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
14 Cheri mwen an se yon grap flè jasmen byen plase nan chan rezen En-Guédi yo.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 “Tèlman ou bèl, cheri mwen an; tèlman ou bèl! Zye ou tankou toutrèl yo.”
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
16 Gade jan ou bèl e byen agreyab, cheri mwen an; anverite, se zèb vèt kap fè kabann nou.
Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
17 Pilye kay nou se bwa sèd e travès yo se bwa pen.
Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
