Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
A la bèl pye ou bèl nan sandal yo, o pitit a nòb yo! O fi a prens lan! Koub kwis ou tankou bijou, zèv a yon vrè atis.
2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
Lonbrit ou kon yon tas won ki pa janm manke diven mele; vant ou se yon bèl pakèt ble ankadre ak flè lis;
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
De tete ou se de jenn pòtre a yon antilòp, jimo a yon antilòp.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
Kou ou se yon kou ivwa, zye ou tankou sous dlo nan Hesbon yo akote pòtay a Bath-Rabbim nan. Nen ou tankou tou Liban ki gade vè Damas la.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
Tèt ou kouwone ou tankou Mòn Carmel e très cheve tèt ou tankou fisèl mov. Wa a kaptire pa très ou yo.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
A la ou bèl e a la ou mèvèye, ak tout bèlte ou yo!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
Lè ou kanpe se tankou yon pye palmis e tete ou se grap li yo.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
Mwen te di: “Mwen va monte pye palmis lan, mwen va kenbe tij fwi li yo.” O ke tete ou yo kapab tankou grap ki pann sou chan rezen nan e bon odè a souf ou tankou pòm,
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
Epi bouch ou tankou meyè diven an, ki desann byen swa pou cheri mwen an, e koule dousman nan lèv a sila ki tonbe nan dòmi yo.
10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
Mwen pou cheri mwen an e dezi li se pou mwen.
11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
Vini, cheri mwen an! Annou pati ale nan chan yo e fè lojman nan ti vil yo.
12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
Annou leve bonè pou rive nan chan rezen yo; annou gade pou wè si chan rezen an gen tan boujonnen e flè li yo fin ouvri. Se la, m ap bay ou lanmou mwen an.
13 The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.
Mandragò yo fin bay bèl odè; epi sou tout pòt nou yo se tout meyè fwi yo, ni nèf ni ansyen, ki te konsève pou ou, lanmou mwen an.
