C'est l'extase langoureuse
French source:
Paul Verlaine
C’est la fatigue amoureuse,
C’est tous les frissons des bois
Parmi l’étreinte des brises,
C’est, vers les ramures grises,
Le chœur des petites voix.
Ô le frêle et frais murmure!
Cela gazouille et susurre,
Cela ressemble au bruit doux
Que l’herbe agitée expire …
Tu dirais, sous l’eau qui vire,
Le roulis sourd des cailloux.
Cette âme qui se lamente
En cette plainte dormante
C’est la nôtre, n’est-ce pas?
La mienne, dis, et la tienne,
Dont s’exhale l’humble antienne
Par ce tiède soir, tout bas?
It is languorous rapture
English translation ©
Richard Stokes
It is amorous fatigue,
It is all the tremors of the forest
In the breezes’ embrace,
It is, around the grey branches,
The choir of tiny voices.
O the delicate, fresh murmuring!
The warbling and whispering,
It is like the sweet sound
The ruffled grass gives out …
You might take it for the muffled sound
Of pebbles in the swirling stream.
This soul which grieves
In this subdued lament,
It is ours, is it not?
Mine, and yours too,
Breathing out our humble hymn
On this warm evening, soft and low?
Translation © Richard Stokes, author of A French Song Companion (Oxford, 2000)
C'est l'extase langoureuse
French source:
Paul Verlaine
It is languorous rapture
English source:
Richard Stokes
C’est l’extase langoureuse,
It is languorous rapture,
C’est la fatigue amoureuse,
It is amorous fatigue,
C’est tous les frissons des bois
It is all the tremors of the forest
Parmi l’étreinte des brises,
In the breezes’ embrace,
C’est, vers les ramures grises,
It is, around the grey branches,
Le chœur des petites voix.
The choir of tiny voices.
Ô le frêle et frais murmure!
O the delicate, fresh murmuring!
Cela gazouille et susurre,
The warbling and whispering,
Cela ressemble au bruit doux
It is like the sweet sound
Que l’herbe agitée expire …
The ruffled grass gives out …
Tu dirais, sous l’eau qui vire,
You might take it for the muffled sound
Le roulis sourd des cailloux.
Of pebbles in the swirling stream.
Cette âme qui se lamente
This soul which grieves
En cette plainte dormante
In this subdued lament,
C’est la nôtre, n’est-ce pas?
It is ours, is it not?
La mienne, dis, et la tienne,
Mine, and yours too,
Dont s’exhale l’humble antienne
Breathing out our humble hymn
Par ce tiède soir, tout bas?
On this warm evening, soft and low?
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