Song of Solomon 5
1 Bride: May my beloved enter into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved.
M' antre nan jaden ki pou mwen an! Sò mwen, bèl ti nègès mwen. Mwen keyi lami ak lòt fèy santi bon. Mwen manje gato myèl mwen ak tout siwo a. Mwen bwè diven m', mwen bwè lèt mwen. Mezanmi, manje manje nou! Bwè bwè nou! Fè lamou nou jouk nou sou!
2 Bride: I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking: Groom to Bride: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.
Mwen t'ap dòmi, men kè m' t'ap veye. Mwen tande mennaj mwen k'ap frape nan pòt la. Louvri pou mwen, tanpri, sò mwen, fiyanse m', toutrèl mwen, bèl nègès mwen! Seren mouye tout tèt mwen. Tout cheve m' plen dlo lawouze.
3 Bride: I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?
Mwen gen tan wete rad sou mwen, Ou ta vle m' mete rad sou mwen ankò? M' gen tan lave pye m'. Ou ta vle m' mete yo atè ankò?
4 My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
Mennaj mwen pase men l' nan twou pòt la. Tout san nan kò m' mache.
5 I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
Lamenm, mwen leve pou m' louvri pou mennaj mwen. Sant lami a te sou tout men m'. Li t'ap degoute nan dwèt mwen sou kwòchèt pòt la.
6 I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.
Lè mwen louvri pòt la pou li, li te gen tan al fè wout li. Jan m' te santi m' ap mouri lè m' te tande l' ap pale a! M' chache l', m' pa jwenn li! M' rele l', li pa reponn!
7 The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
Gad k'ap fè patwouy nan tout lavil la kontre avè m'. Yo bat mwen, yo toufounen m'! Gad ki t'ap fè faksyon sou miray ranpa yo pran gwo manto ki te sou mwen an.
8 I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, announce to him that I languish through love.
Nou menm, medam lavil Jerizalèm yo, tanpri, tanpri souple! Si nou kontre ak mennaj mwen an, di l' pou mwen: mwen malad sitèlman mwen renmen!
9 Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
Ou menm ki pi bèl pase tout fanm, kisa mennaj ou genyen pase lòt gason? Wi, kisa li genyen lòt gason pa genyen, pou ou mande nou fè sa pou ou?
10 Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
Mennaj mwen bèl, li byen kanpe. Li fasil pou rekonèt, te mèt nan mitan dimil (10.000) gason.
11 His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.
Figi l' gen yon bèl koule jòn, tankou lò. Cheve li yo tankou fèy palmis nan van. Yo nwa tankou plim kaou.
12 His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
De je l' yo, ou ta di de pijon bò yon ti dlo larivyè. Ou ta di de ti pijon nwa k'ap benyen nan de kivèt lèt.
13 His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
De bò figi l' yo tankou de jaden plen zèb ak flè santi bon! Bouch li tankou flè savann ki gen bon sant.
14 His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.
Men l' yo, ou ta di chenn an lò, ak yon bann bèl ti pyè topaz kole sou yo. Kò li, ou ta di yon gwo moso ivwa tou blan byen poli, kouvri ak pyè safi.
15 His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars.
Janm li yo, ou ta di de poto mab byen kanpe sou de moso lò bon kalite. Lè ou gade l', li tankou mòn Liban, li kanpe tankou gwo pye sèd Liban yo.
16 His throat is most sweet, and he is entirely desirable. Such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Anndan bouch li dous tankou siwo myèl. Li bèl gason nan tout kò li. Se konsa mennaj mwen an ye, se konsa zanmi m' lan ye, medam lavil Jerizalèm!
