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.
Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
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.
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
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: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
5 Mwen menm, mwen nwa; men mwen byen bèl, O fi a Jérusalem yo, tankou tant Kédar yo, tankou rido a Salomon yo.
I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains 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 consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my 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?
Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy 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.
If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 Pou mwen, cheri mwen an, ou tankou pi bèl poulich pami sa kap rale cha Farawon an.
To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
10 Bò figi ou byen bèl ak zanno, kou ou ak bèl kolye.
Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
11 Nou va fè pou ou dekorasyon an lò anbeli ak pwent an ajan tou won.
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
12 Pandan wa a te sou tab li, pafen mwen te rive kote l ak bèl odè.
While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
13 Sila ke m renmen an se yon pòch pafen; fèy bazilik ki pase tout nwit lan antre tete mwen.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved 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.
A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 “Tèlman ou bèl, cheri mwen an; tèlman ou bèl! Zye ou tankou toutrèl yo.”
Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
16 Gade jan ou bèl e byen agreyab, cheri mwen an; anverite, se zèb vèt kap fè kabann nou.
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
17 Pilye kay nou se bwa sèd e travès yo se bwa pen.
The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
