Cantares 7

Che è quello, che tu vedrai nella Sulamitide se non cori militari? Quanto belli sono i tuoi passi ne' (tuoi) calzari, o figlia di Principe! Le punture de' tuoi fianchi (son) come monili lavorati per mano d'artefice.

¡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.

Le tue viscere (sono) un nappo fatto al torno, che non manca mai di bevanda. Il tuo ventre come un monte di frumento circondato da' gigli.

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.

Le due tue mammelle come due teneri cavrioli gemelli.

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.

Il tuo collo come torre d'avorio. Gli occhi tuoi come le peschiere di Hesebon, che sono alla porta di questa figlia popolosa. Il tuo naso come la torre del Libano, che guarda contro Damasco.

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.

Il tuo capo come il Carmelo, e le chiome del tuo capo come la porpora del re legata nei canali.

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.

Quanto bella se' tu, e quanto splendida nelle (tue) delizie, o carissima!

¡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!

La tua statura è somigliante alla palma; e le tue mammelle ai grappoli.

¡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.

Io dissi: Salirò sopra la palma, e coglierò i suoi frutti, e le tue mammelle saranno come grappoli della vite, e l'odore della tua bocca come l'odore di mele.

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.

Le tue fauci come ottimo vino degno di esser bevuto dal mio Diletto, e delle labbra, e dei denti di lui per ruminarlo.

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.

Io (sono) del mio Diletto, ed egli verso di me è rivolto.

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.

Vieni, o mio Diletto, andiamo fuora alla campagna: facciam nostra dimora per le ville.

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.

Al mattino alziamoci (per andare) alle vigne: veggiamo se la vigna è fiorita; se i fiori van partorendo i frutti: se i melagrani sono in fiore: ivi darò a te le mie mammelle.

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.

Le mandragore spirano odore: nelle nostre porte (son) tutti i pomi: e i nuovi, e i vecchia te, o mio Diletto, gli ho serbati.

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.