by
Maurice Bouchor (1855 - 1929)
Chanson
Language: French (Français)
Available translation(s): ENG
Nous sommes partis un matin ;
La menthe, l'iris et le thym
Mêlaient leurs senteurs pénétrantes ;
Nous allions vers les pays bleus
Pour cueillir des lys fabuleux
Et de mystiques amarantes.
Fleurs coquettes et fleurs des blés
Paraient ses cheveux déroulés ;
Mais on cueille sur les chemins
Plus de baisers que de jasmins.
Nous voulions écouter aussi
Rossignols, merles sans souci,
Toutes les voix de la ramée ;
Même, pour les entendre mieux,
Dans un fourré silencieux
J'avais conduit ma bien-aimée.
Nous avons écouté, rêvé ;
Mais sous bois nous avons trouvé
Plus de chansons que de pinsons,
Plus de baisers que de chansons.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Bordes (1863 - 1909), "Chanson", 1883, published 1921? [ medium voice and piano ], Éd. J. Hamelle [sung text not yet checked]
- by Ernest Amédée Chausson (1855 - 1899), "Chanson", 1877, published 1878 [ high voice and piano ], from Deux Poèmes de Bouchor, no. 1, Éd. Durand-Schoenewerk [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Georges Eugène Marty (1860 - 1908), "Chanson", published [1889] [ high voice and piano ], from 4 Mélodies, no. 4, Éd. Bruneau & Cie. [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "Song", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 106
Song
Language: English  after the French (Français)
We left one morning.
Mint, iris and thyme
mingled their keen odours.
We were headed to the blue lands
to gather fabled lilies
and mystical amaranth.
Saucy flowers and blooms of the fields
adorned her unbound hair;
but on the road we gathered
more kisses than jasmine flowers.
We also wanted to listen
to the nightingales, the carefree thrushes,
all the voices from the branches.
I even drew my beloved
into a silent thicket
in order to hear them better.
We listened and dreamed,
but under the trees we found
more songs than finches,
more kisses than songs.
Authorship:
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Word count: 98