Haïti Chérie

"Haïti Chérie" (French pronunciation: ​[a.iti ʃeʁi]: Dear Haiti)[1] is a traditional patriotic song of Haiti of a poem written by Othello Bayard that was initially called it "Souvenir d'Haiti," and composed to music in 1920. It is widely considered as a second national anthem.[2]

Lyrics

Ayiti cheri pi bon peyi pase ou nanpwen
Fòk mwen te kite w pou mwen te kapab konprann valè w
Fòk mwen te lese w pou m te kap apresye w
Pou m santi vrèman tout sa ou te ye pou mwen
Gen bon solèy bon rivyè e bon brevaj
Anba pyebwa ou toujou jwenn bon lonbraj
Gen bon ti van ki bannou bon ti frechè
Ayiti Toma se yon peyi ki mè chè
Lè w lan peyi blan ou gen yon vye frèt ki pa janm bon
E tout lajounen ou oblije ap boule chabon
Ou pakab wè klè otan syèl-la andèy
E pandan si mwa tout pyebwa pa genyen fèy
Lan peyi mwen gen solèy pou bay chalè
Diran lane tout pyebwa ap bay lonbraj
Bon briz de mè toujou soufle sou nos plaj
Ayiti Toma se yon peyi ki mè chè
Kon w lan peyi blan ou wè tout figi yon sèl koulè
Lanpwen milatrès bèl marabou, bèl grifonn kreyòl
Ki renmen bèl wòb bon poud e bon odè
Ni bèl jenn nègès ki konn di bon ti pawòl
Lan peyi mwen lè tout bèl moun si la yo
Sòti lan mès ou sòti lan sinema
Se pou gade se pou rete dyòl lolo
A la bon peyi se ti Dayiti Toma!
Lè w lan peyi blan ou pa wè mango ni kòk di tou
Lanpwen sapoti ni bèl kayimit vèt ou vyolèt
Lanpwen zanana ni bèl ti pòm kajou
Ki ban nou bon nwa pou nou fè bon ti tablèt
Ou jwenn zoranj ki soti an Itali
Men qui fennen qui toujou mwatye pouri
An Ayiti sa si bon se koupe dwèt
E sou se rapò nou bay tout peyi payèt
Lè w lan peyi mwen kote ou pase tout lon chemen
Se bonjou kompè e makomè e pitit la yo?
Sa'n pa wè konsa manyen rentre ti bren
Pou'n bwa ti kichoy pou nou jwe de ti kout zo.
Fin bay lan men se rentre lan gran pale
Se politik se movèz sitiyasyon
Sa pou nou fè se pou nou pran li kou l ye
Men bon Dye si bon la ban nou benediksyon
Lè w ou lan peyi blan ou pè promennen nwit tankou jou
Tout moun pè mache prese prese wa di se chen fou
Kote yo prale pouki yap kouri konsa?
Yo pè pèdi tan yo pa janm di: kouman sa?
Lan peyi mwen moun pa rete avèk lè
Genyen libète ou gen tan pou pran frechè
Kote ou pase se bonjou se bay lan men
Moun pa janm prese yo koze tout lon chemen
Lè w an Ayiti ou pa janm manke tan pou soufle
Sak pa fèt jodi ou kap fè li demen si ou vle
Kan demen rive kel bon ou kel pa bon
Sa pa fè anyen tout moun konn di bon dye bon.
An Ayiti moun pa janm dezespere
Nou gen la fwa lan yon Dye ki pa janm manti
Nap fè jodi kan demen pa asire
A la bon peyi o mon Dye, se Ayiti!
Haiti Chérie translates to(translation corrected by @growninhaiti):
Haiti, my beloved, no other land is more beautiful then you.
I had to leave you, in order to better understand how valuable you are
I had to leave you, for me to appreciate you
So I could truly feel all that you were for me
There is sunshine, nice rivers and great drinks
Underneath the trees, you'll always find great shade
Where you'll find a gentle breeze to keep you cool
Haiti, is a country dear to me
In the white man's land, you're freezing and it's never good
And all day, you're forced to burn coal
You can't see clearly because the sky is always dark
And for 6 months, all trees are without leaves
In my country, there is sunshine to provide heat
All year long, the trees continue to provide shade
A soft breeze always blowing on our beaches
Haiti, is a country dear to me
Once in the white man's country, all faces are one color
There is no variety such as our different shades of Kreyòl (Milatrès, Marabou, and Grifonn)
That love beautiful dresses, powders and fine scents
Nor black beauties that know the sweetest things to say
In my country, when all of these beautiful people leave church, it's like going to the movies
you have to see this, you would remain wide mouthed and open eyed
What an amazing country Haiti is!
When you're in the white man's country, you don't see mangoes or roosters anywhere
Neither sapoti or beautiful green and purple star apples
Neither pineapples or beautiful cashew apples
that give us great cashews to make delicious brittle with
You'll find oranges that came from Italy
But that are passed ripe and half rotten
In Haiti, everything is finger licking good!
And on that note, we're better then any other country
When you're in my country, wherever you go and along your path it's: "hello sir" "hello miss" "how are the kids?"
without knowing, you're invited in for a drink and to play some games.
Every handshake invites a conversation
Its politics, it's a bad situation
what we need to do is accept it how it is
If God is good, he will grant us salvation
When you're in the white man's country, you're afraid to go out day or night
Everyone is walking so fast that you'd think they're crazy dogs
Where are they going? Why are they running?
They in such a hurry that they never stop to ask how you're doing
In my country, people don't go by time
You have the liberty to take your time
Wherever you go, it's "hello" and friendly handshakes
People are never in a rush, we chat along our path
When you're in Haiti, you always have enough time to whistle
what doesn't get done today, can get done tomorrow if you want
If tomorrow works, cool... If it doesn't... cool.
It doesn't matter, everyone knows that God is good
In Haiti, people are never desperate
we trust in a God that never lies
We'll do whatever we can today, because tomorrow is never certain
What a great country, my God! It's Haiti!

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See also

References

  1. ↑ Jegede, Dele (2009). "Encyclopedia of African American Artists". p. 170. ISBN 9780313337611. Retrieved 9 June 2015.
  2. ↑ Edmondson, Belinda (1999). "Caribbean Romances: The Politics of Regional Representation". p. 112. ISBN 0813918227. Retrieved 9 June 2015.

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