Attente
         
        
                French source:
                Maurice Maeterlinck
    
    
À l'horizon de mes regards ;
Exaucez mes rêves épars
Entre les lèvres de vos anges!
En attendant sous mes yeux las,
Et sa bouche ouverte aux prières
Éteintes entre mes paupières
Et dont les lys n'éclosent pas ;
Elle apaise au fond de mes songes,
Ses seins effeuillés sous mes cils,
Et ses yeux clignent aux périls
Éveillés au fil des mensonges.
            Expectation
         
        
                English translation ©
                Richard Stokes
    
    
On the horizon of my gaze;
Satisfy my scattered dreams
Between the lips of your angels!
Waiting beneath my weary eyes,
Mouth open in prayers
Extinguished behind my eyelids
Whose lilies never open;
My soul brings peace to the depths of my dreams,
Its breasts bared beneath my lashes
And its eyes blink at the perils
Awoken through the thread of lies.
Translation © Richard Stokes, author of A French Song Companion (Oxford, 2000)
            Attente
            
        
        French source:
        Maurice Maeterlinck
    
    
    Expectation     
        
        English source:
        Richard Stokes
    
    
                    Mon âme a joint ses mains étranges
                        My soul has folded its strange hands
                                À l'horizon de mes regards ;
                        On the horizon of my gaze;
                                Exaucez mes rêves épars
                        Satisfy my scattered dreams
                                Entre les lèvres de vos anges!
                        Between the lips of your angels!
                            
            
                    En attendant sous mes yeux las,
                        Waiting beneath my weary eyes,
                                Et sa bouche ouverte aux prières
                        Mouth open in prayers
                                Éteintes entre mes paupières
                        Extinguished behind my eyelids
                                Et dont les lys n'éclosent pas ;
                        Whose lilies never open;
                            
            
                    Elle apaise au fond de mes songes,
                        My soul brings peace to the depths of my dreams,
                                Ses seins effeuillés sous mes cils,
                        Its breasts bared beneath my lashes
                                Et ses yeux clignent aux périls
                        And its eyes blink at the perils
                                Éveillés au fil des mensonges.
                        Awoken through the thread of lies.
                            
    
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