Chante Salomon 4
1 Ala bèl ou bèl, anmòrèz mwen! Ala bèl ou bèl dèyè vwal ki sou tèt ou a! Je ou yo ou ta di de ti pijon. Cheve ou yo ap danse tankou yon bann kabrit k'ap kouri desann sou mòn Galarad.
Groom to Bride: How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are those of a dove, except for what is hidden within. Your hair is like flocks of goats, which ascend along the mountain of Gilead.
2 Dan ou yo blan tankou mouton yo fèk sot benyen apre yo fin koupe lenn sou do yo. Ou pa manke yonn ladan yo. Tout dan anwo yo mache ak dan anba yo.
Your teeth are like flocks of shorn sheep, which ascend from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren.
3 Po bouch ou, ou ta di yon bèl ti riban wouj. Se bèl plezi pou tande w'ap pale! De bò figi ou yo ou ta di de bò grenad anba vwal ou a.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.
4 Kou ou kanpe tankou bèl fò won David la, kote yo kenbe depo zam yo. Se la vanyan sòlda yo vin pandye mil plak fè pwotèj.
Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
5 Tete ou yo doubout tankou de ti gazèl, tankou de ti gazèl menm fòs, menm pòte k'ap manje nan jaden flè.
Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.
6 M'ap rete sou mòn mant lan, sou ti bit lansan an jouk bajou kase, jouk solèy leve.
Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Ou pa manke bèl, anmòrèz mwen! Depi nan pwent zòtèy ou jouk nan pwent cheve ou, ou san defo!
You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.
8 Ann al avè m' non! Ann desann mòn Liban an, fiyanse mwen! Ann desann mòn Liban an! N'ap rete sou tèt mòn Amana, sou mòn Seyi ak sou mòn Emon kote lyon ak leyopa rete, n'ap gade plenn lan anba.
Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.
9 Sò mwen, bèl nègès mwen, ou annik gade m' yon fwa, ou fè m' pèdi lòlòj mwen. M' annik wè yonn nan bèl ti chenn nan kou ou yo, m' pèdi tèt mwen.
You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.
10 Ala dous karès ou yo dous, sò mwen, bèl nègès mwen! Karès ou yo pi dous pase siwo myèl. Sant kò ou pi bon pase tout kalite fèy santi bon.
How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my spouse! Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.
11 Bouch ou gen gou siwo myèl, bèl nègès mwen! Anba lang ou menm, se lèt ak siwo myèl. Rad sou ou gen menm sant ak rakbwa mòn Liban an.
Your lips, my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.
12 Sò mwen, bèl nègès mwen, ou tankou yon jaden kache, yon sous dlo yo fèmen dèyè miray, yon fontenn yo sele.
An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.
13 Ou tankou yon jaden fre kote pye grenad ap grandi. Y'ap bay bèl grenad byen dous. Ou tankou yon jaden kote yo jwenn jasmen ak ti bonm,
You send forth a paradise of pomegranates along with the fruits of the orchard: Cypress grapes, with aromatic oil;
14 tibonm ak safran, sitwonèl ak kannèl ak tout kalite pyebwa ki bay lansan, lami ak lalwa, ansanm ak tout kalite plant ki gen bon sant.
aromatic oil and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of Lebanon; myrrh and aloe, with all the best ointments.
15 Fontenn jaden mwen an, se yon sous dlo k'ap koule desann byen fre soti nan mòn Liban an.
The fountain of the gardens is a well of living waters, which flow forcefully from Lebanon.
16 Van nòde, leve non! Van swèt, kouri vini soufle sou jaden mwen an! Plen lè a ak bon sant. Vini non, mennaj mwen! Antre nan jaden ki pou ou a! Manje nan pi bon fwi yo!
Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents.
