Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Men pi bèl chante nan tout chante Salomon yo.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.
Bo m' non, kouvri m' ak bo! Karès ou pi dous pase siwo myèl.
3 And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you.
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 They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you.
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, you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, 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 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
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 Tell me, [you] whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your 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 you know not yourself, you fair one among women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
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 I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
Ou menm mwen renmen anpil la, w'ap boulvèse mesye yo, menm jan yon jiman ap boulvèse poulen chwal cha lagè farawon yo.
10 How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
Ala bèl figi ou bèl nan mitan très cheve ou yo! Ala bèl kou ou bèl ak kolye ou yo!
11 We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
Men, n'ap fè yon chenn lò pou ou ak ti moso ajan kole ladan l'.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
Mèt mwen te kouche sou kabann li. Sant odè mwen an te gaye toupatou.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
Mennaj mwen tankou yon pake bazilik, ki poze sou tete m'.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Mennaj mwen tankou yon bouke flè k'ap fleri nan jaden rezen Angedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
Ala bèl ou bèl, anmòrèz mwen! Ala bèl ou bèl! Je ou yo ou ta di de ti pijon.
16 Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Ala bèl ou bèl, mennaj mwen! Se pa ti kontan ou fè m' kontan. Zèb yo sèvi nou kabann!
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
Branch bwa sèd yo sèvi nou travès kay, branch pye chenn yo sèvi nou twati.
