Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
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 like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an 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 young roes that are twins.
De tete ou se de jenn pòtre a yon antilòp, jimo a yon antilòp.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as 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 hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive by her locks of hair.
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, O love, for delights!
A la ou bèl e a la ou mèvèye, ak tout bèlte ou yo!
7 This thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
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 its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of thy breath 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 for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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 field; let us lodge in the villages.
Vini, cheri mwen an! Annou pati ale nan chan yo e fè lojman nan ti vil yo.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, whether the tender grape appeareth, and the pomegranates bud forth: 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 give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O 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.
