TRANSLATIONS
Enfin la beauté
At last, the one I adore
Has let me know, upon her return,
That she wants to see me again;
Those eyes do excite me;
But now that I can see again
The beauty that enflames me,
Unhappiness, be gone from my soul.
Miseries, change yourselves into delights,
Heart, give up your sorrows,
Love, banish your tortures,
Eyes, shed no more tears;
But now that I can see again
The beauty that enflames me,
Unhappiness, be gone from my soul.
— Etienne Moulinié
Ma belle si ton âme
My beautiful one, if your soul
Now feels itself afire with this sweet flame,
Which compels us to love,
Let us go happily upon the greenery.
Let us go while our youthful Springtime lasts.
Before the day of our time passes
Feeling itself wrapped in the shadows of nighttime,
Let us take leisure in living our lives
And without fear or envy,
Let us kiss at our pleasure.
Hear then, my precious one,
Let us break from this fate, which would end our day
Even before morning has passed.
Let us go happily upon the greenery.
Let us go while our youthful Springtime lasts.
— Anon.
Après un rêve After a dream
In a sleep charmed by your image
I dreamt of happiness, passionate illusion,
Your eyes were sweeter, your voice pure and resonant,
You shone like a sky aglow in dawn’s light;
You called me and I left the earth
To flee with you toward the light,
The skies drew apart the clouds for us,
To unknown splendor, celestial fires.
Alas, alas, sad awakening from dreams!
I summon you, O night, give back your disillusions;
Return, return in radiance,
Return, O night of mystery!
— Romain Bussine
Chanson d’Amour Love Song
I love your eyes, I love your face,
O my rebel, O my wild one,
I love your eyes, I love your mouth
Where my kisses will exhaust themselves.
I love your voice, I love the strange
Charm of all you say,
O my rebel, O my dear angel,
My hell and my paradise.
I love your eyes, I love your face,
O my rebel, O my wild one,
I love your eyes, I love your mouth
Where my kisses will exhaust themselves.
I love all that makes you beautiful
From your feet to your hair,
O you the object of all my desires!
O my wild one, O my rebel.
I love your eyes, I love your face,
O my rebel, O my wild one,
I love your eyes, I love your mouth
Where my kisses will exhaust themselves.
— Armand Silvestre