Chante Salomon 7
1 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.
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
2 Lonbrit ou kon yon tas won ki pa janm manke diven mele; vant ou se yon bèl pakèt ble ankadre ak flè lis;
Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
3 De tete ou se de jenn pòtre a yon antilòp, jimo a yon antilòp.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 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.
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
5 Tèt ou kouwone ou tankou Mòn Carmel e très cheve tèt ou tankou fisèl mov. Wa a kaptire pa très ou yo.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
6 A la ou bèl e a la ou mèvèye, ak tout bèlte ou yo!
How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
7 Lè ou kanpe se tankou yon pye palmis e tete ou se grap li yo.
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8 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,
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 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.
and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
10 Mwen pou cheri mwen an e dezi li se pou mwen.
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11 Vini, cheri mwen an! Annou pati ale nan chan yo e fè lojman nan ti vil yo.
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
12 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.
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
13 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.
The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
