Cantares 7

Je me dis: Je monterai sur le palmier, J’en saisirai les rameaux! Que tes seins soient comme les grappes de la vigne, Le parfum de ton souffle comme celui des pommes,

Y tu paladar como el buen vino, que se entra á mi amado suavemente, y hace hablar los labios de los viejos.

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.

Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.