Chante Salomon 5
1 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!
Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yes, brethren, drink abundantly.
2 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.
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the door, [saying], Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 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?
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?
4 Mennaj mwen pase men l' nan twou pòt la. Tout san nan kò m' mache.
My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole [of the door], and my belly moved for him.
5 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.
I rose up to open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 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!
I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.
7 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.
The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 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!
I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you should find my kinsman, what are you to say to him? That I am wounded with love.
9 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?
What is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, O you beautiful amongst women? what is your kinsman [more] than [another] kinsman, that you have so charged us?
10 Mennaj mwen bèl, li byen kanpe. Li fasil pou rekonèt, te mèt nan mitan dimil (10.000) gason.
My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.
11 Figi l' gen yon bèl koule jòn, tankou lò. Cheve li yo tankou fèy palmis nan van. Yo nwa tankou plim kaou.
His head is [as] very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.
12 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.
His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.
13 De bò figi l' yo tankou de jaden plen zèb ak flè santi bon! Bouch li tankou flè savann ki gen bon sant.
His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.
14 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.
His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.
15 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.
His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.
16 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!
His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.
