Song of Solomon 6

Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

Ou menm ki pi bèl fanm pase tout fanm, kote mennaj ou ale? Ki wout ou wè li pran? Nou pral ede ou chache l'.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Mennaj mwen al nan jaden l', kote pyebwa santi bon ap pouse. li al bay mouton l' yo manje. li al ranmase bèl ti flè.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.

Mennaj mwen pou mwen, mwen pou mennaj mwen. li ap fè mouton l' yo manje nan mitan bèl ti flè yo.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

Anmòrèz mwen, ou bèl tankou lavil Tisa. Lè m' wè ou sa fè m' plezi tankou lè m' wè lavil Jerizalèm. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

Sispann gade m', paske lè ou gade m', ou fè m' pa konn sa m'ap fè. Cheve ou ap danse bò figi ou tankou kabrit k'ap kouri desann sou mòn Galarad yo.

Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

Dan ou yo blan tankou mouton yo fèk sot benyen. Ou pa manke yonn ladan yo. Tout dan anwo yo mache ak dan anba yo.

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

De bò figi ou yo ou ta di de bò grenad anba vwal ou a.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

Wa a gen swasant renn, katreven fanm kay. Pou jenn fi menm, se pa pale.

My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Men, pa gen tankou jenn ti pijon mwen an. Li menm ase mwen renmen. Se sèl pitit fi manman l' fè. Se pitit sa a li pi renmen. Lè jenn fi yo wè l', yo di: Gade sa Bondye fè pou ou! Renn yo ak fanm kay yo menm ap fè lwanj li.

Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?

Kilès sa a k'ap parèt tankou solèy ki fèk leve? Li bèl tankou lalin, li klere tankou solèy. Kote ou pase tout moun pèdi nan ou!

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

Mwen desann nan jaden zanmann yo pou m' te wè jenn ti plant yo nan fon an, pou m' wè si pye rezen yo ap boujonnen, si pye grenad yo ap fleri.

Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

Apre sa, m' pa konn sa ki pase m'. M' santi m' tankou yon sòlda sou cha lagè ki anvi al goumen.

Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

Tounen non, fanm lavil Choulam! Tounen! Tounen non pou n' ka gade ou! Poukisa nou vle gade fanm lavil Choulam lan k'ap danse nan mitan de ran moun?