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!
How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
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 goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced 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 fawns, the twins of the roe.
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 is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which 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 upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.
6 Ala bèl ou bèl, mennaj mwen! Ala dous ou dous, bèl nègès mwen!
How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
7 Lè ou kanpe, ou ta di yon bèl pye palmis. De tete ou yo ou ta di de ti grap palmis.
This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like 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 thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose 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.
And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
10 Se pou mennaj mwen mwen ye! Se mwen menm li anvi.
I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
11 Vini non, mennaj mwen! Ann al andeyò. N'a pase nwit lan nan jaden yo.
Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night 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 vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
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 forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.
