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Language: French (Français)

La Jeunesse nous quitte, et les Grâces aussi ;
Les Désirs amoureux s'envolent [après]1 elles,
Et le sommeil facile. À quoi bon le souci
  Des espérances éternelles ?

L'aile du vieux Saturne emporte nos beaux jours,
Et la fleur inclinée au vent du soir se fane :
Viens à l'ombre des pins ou sous l'épais platane
  Goûter les tardives amours.

Ceignons nos cheveux blancs de couronnes de roses,
Buvons, il en est temps encore, hâtons-nous :
Ta liqueur, ô Bacchus, des tristesses moroses
  Est le remède le plus doux.

Enfant, trempe les vins dans la source prochaine,
Et fais venir Lydie aux rires enjoués,
Avec sa blanche lyre et ses cheveux noués
  À la mode Laconienne.

Translation(s): ENG

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1 Hahn: "avec"

Submitted by Ted Perry


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  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "Lydia", copyright © 2016

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Language: English after the French (Français)

Youth abandons us, and the Graces as well;
Desires of love fly [after]1 them,
And easy sleep. What good does the worry
  Of eternal expectations do?

The wings of Old Saturn carries off our fairest days,
And the flower bent in the evening breeze wilts;
Come into the shade of the pine or beneath the bushy plane tree
  To taste late-blooming love.

Let us circle this white hair with roses,
Let us drink, for there is still time, but quickly!
Your liqueur, oh Bacchus, of gloomy sorrow
  Is the sweetest remedy.

Child, steep the wines in that spring,
And have Lydia come with her happy laugh,
With her white lyre and hair tied back
  In the Laconian style.

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1 the Hahn version would be translated "with"


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