Cantares 7

*Reviens, reviens, Sulamithe ! reviens, reviens, et que nous te voyions. – Que verriez-vous dans la Sulamithe ? – Comme la danse de deux bandes.

¡CUÁN hermosos son tus pies en los calzados, oh hija de príncipe! Los contornos de tus muslos son como joyas, obra de mano de excelente maestro.

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 cunning workman.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Que tes pieds sont beaux dans ta chaussure, fille de prince ! Les contours de tes hanches sont comme des joyaux, ouvrage des mains d’un artiste.

Tu ombligo, como una taza redonda, que no le falta bebida. Tu vientre, como montón de trigo, cercado de lirios.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

Ton nombril est une coupe arrondie, où le vin aromatique ne manque pas ; ton ventre, un tas de froment, entouré de lis.

Tus dos pechos, como dos cabritos mellizos de gama.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

Tes deux seins sont comme deux faons jumeaux d’une gazelle.

Tu cuello, como torre de marfil; tus ojos, como las pesqueras de Hesbón junto á la puerta de Batrabbim; tu nariz, como la torre del Líbano, que mira hacia Damasco.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Ton cou est comme une tour d’ivoire ; tes yeux sont comme les étangs †qui sont à Hesbon, vers la porte de Bath-Rabbim ; ton nez est comme la tour du Liban, qui regarde vers Damas ;

Tu cabeza encima de ti, como el Carmelo; y el cabello de tu cabeza, como la púrpura del rey ligada en los corredores.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

ta tête, sur toi, comme le Carmel, et les cheveux de ta tête comme la pourpre. Un roi est enchaîné par †tes boucles.

¡Qué hermosa eres, y cuán suave, oh amor deleitoso!

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

Que tu es belle, et que tu es agréable, mon amour, dans tes délices !

¡Y tu estatura es semejante á la palma, y tus pechos á los racimos!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

Ta taille ressemble à un palmier, et tes seins à des grappes.

Yo dije: Subiré á la palma, asiré sus ramos: y tus pechos serán ahora como racimos de vid, y el olor de tu boca como de manzanas;

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

J’ai dit : Je monterai sur le palmier, je saisirai ses rameaux ; et que tes seins soient comme les grappes de la vigne, et le parfum de ton nez comme 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.

et ton palais comme le bon vin,… Qui coule aisément pour mon bien-aimé, †et qui glisse sur les lèvres de ceux qui s’endorment.

Yo soy de mi amado, y conmigo tiene su contentamiento.

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

Je suis à mon bien-aimé, et son désir se porte vers moi.

Ven, oh amado mío, salgamos al campo, moremos en las aldeas.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

– Viens, mon bien-aimé, sortons aux champs, passons la nuit dans les villages.

Levantémonos de mañana á las viñas; veamos si brotan las vides, si se abre el cierne, si han florecido los granados; allí te daré mis amores.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

Nous nous lèverons dès le matin, †pour aller aux vignes ; nous verrons si la vigne bourgeonne, si la fleur s’ouvre, si les grenadiers s’épanouissent : là je te donnerai mes amours.

Las mandrágoras han dado olor, y á nuestras puertas hay toda suerte de dulces frutas, nuevas y añejas, que para ti, oh amado mío, he guardado.

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Les mandragores donnent †leur parfum ; et à nos portes il y a tous les fruits exquis, nouveaux et anciens : mon bien-aimé, je les ai gardés pour toi !

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