Chante Salomon 7
1 Ala bèl pye ou bèl nan sapat ou yo, nègès mwen! Ren ou tankou si li te dekore ak bon lò. Ou ta di travay yon bòs ki gen anpil ladrès ak gou!
What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
2 Lonbrit ou tankou yon bòl won ki pa janm manke diven melanje ak fèy santi bon. Anba vant ou menm tankou yon bèl jaden ble ak bèl ti flè sou tout arebò li.
Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Tete ou yo doubout tankou de ti gazèl, de ti gazèl menm fòs, menm pòte.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Kou ou tankou yon fò won fèt an ivwa. Je ou yo tankou basen dlo nan lavil Esbon, bò pòtay gwo lavil la. Nen ou tankou gwo fò peyi Liban an k'ap veye sou lavil Damas.
Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5 Ou kenbe tèt ou dwèt sou kò ou, tankou mòn Kamèl. Cheve ou yo ap flote tankou bèl twal swa wouj grena. Nenpòt wa ta ka pèdi nan bouklèt cheve ou yo!
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 Ala bèl ou bèl, mennaj mwen! Ala dous ou dous, bèl nègès mwen!
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 Lè ou kanpe, ou ta di yon bèl pye palmis. De tete ou yo ou ta di de ti grap palmis.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Mwen fè lide moute sou pye palmis la pou m' keyi grap yo. Pou mwen, tete ou yo tankou de grap rezen. Bouch ou gen sant ponm kajou!
I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 Anndan bouch ou, gen gou yon bon diven. Kite diven an koule pou mennaj mwen, Kite l' koule nan bouch nou antan n'ap dòmi.
Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 Se pou mennaj mwen mwen ye! Se mwen menm li anvi.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Vini non, mennaj mwen! Ann al andeyò. N'a pase nwit lan nan jaden yo.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Nan maten, n'apral gade pye rezen yo pou wè si yo konmanse boujonnen, si flè yo ap louvri, si pye grenad yo ap fleri. Se la n'a karese nèt ale.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13 Ou ka pran sant mandragò yo. Devan papòt nou an gen tout kalite bon fwi, fwi ki fèk keyi ak fwi ki byen mi. Mennaj mwen, se mwen ki te sere yo pou ou.
The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
