Song of Solomon 1
Men pi bèl chante nan tout chante Salomon yo.
2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
Bo m' non, kouvri m' ak bo! Karès ou pi dous pase siwo myèl.
3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
Ou gen yon bon sant k'ap soti nan tout kò ou. Depi yo tande non ou, sant ou vin nan nen yo. Se sa ki fè jenn fi yo renmen ou konsa!
4 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.
Pran m' avè ou non! Ann kouri ale! Se ou menm ki wa mwen. Mennen m' nan chanm ou. Depi ou la, se pa ti kontan n'ap kontan. N'ap chante karès ou ki pi dous pase siwo myèl. Jenn fi yo gen rezon renmen ou konsa!
5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Medam lavil Jerizalèm, Po m' boule, men m' bèl! Po m' menm koulè ak tant nan dezè a. Men, li bèl tankou rido nan palè Salomon an.
6 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.
Pa gade sou koulè po m'! Se solèy la ki boule m' konsa. Frè m' yo te move sou mwen. Yo fè m' travay nan jaden rezen lòt moun. M' pa t' gen tan pou m' okipe jaden rezen pa m'.
7 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.
Manyè di m' non, ou menm mwen renmen anpil la, kibò ou pral mennen mouton yo manje? Kibò yo pral pare solèy midi? Konsa m' p'ap bezwen mache chache ou tankou moun fou nan mitan mouton lòt gadò parèy ou yo.
8 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.
Bèl fanm pase ou, nanpwen! Ki jan ou fè pa konn kote sa a? Ale non. Swiv mouton yo. W'a jwenn manje bò la pou kabrit ou yo, toupre tant gadò yo.
9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
Ou menm mwen renmen anpil la, w'ap boulvèse mesye yo, menm jan yon jiman ap boulvèse poulen chwal cha lagè farawon yo.
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
Ala bèl figi ou bèl nan mitan très cheve ou yo! Ala bèl kou ou bèl ak kolye ou yo!
11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
Men, n'ap fè yon chenn lò pou ou ak ti moso ajan kole ladan l'.
12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
Mèt mwen te kouche sou kabann li. Sant odè mwen an te gaye toupatou.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
Mennaj mwen tankou yon pake bazilik, ki poze sou tete m'.
14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Mennaj mwen tankou yon bouke flè k'ap fleri nan jaden rezen Angedi.
15 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
Ala bèl ou bèl, anmòrèz mwen! Ala bèl ou bèl! Je ou yo ou ta di de ti pijon.
16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
Ala bèl ou bèl, mennaj mwen! Se pa ti kontan ou fè m' kontan. Zèb yo sèvi nou kabann!
17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
Branch bwa sèd yo sèvi nou travès kay, branch pye chenn yo sèvi nou twati.
